With my return to FFN, and taking time to look at Forever and Always and make some necessary but great changes to the story, I've decided to do the same to Breathe Me.
I'll be working to update Breathe Me as often as Forever and Always, likely with their updates rotating.
Enjoy this first look!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.
It's all my fault.
Each step dragged behind the other as I blindly walked out of the hospital waiting room. With each step, my heart tore wider as my eyes blurred with unshed tears.
It's all my fault.
I've failed again.
It's all my fault.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape death – it followed me everywhere. This never ending cycle of failure and loss had attached itself to me. I was always bound to lose those I loved and fail them.
I felt numb – I felt no pain, no grief, nothing. I felt hopelessly empty. The familiar hospital smell that I had grown to love as I had accustomed myself to it over the years was now making me sick, urging me to leave there quicker so I would no longer be engulfed by that scent. I thought nothing of the obvious stares by my colleagues, the hushed whispers quickly forgotten. That meant nothing, no other sounds could tear me away from the sound of my pounding heart.
Mine shouldn't have been the one still beating.
I should've done better.
It's all my fault.
Somehow almost robotically, I had made it to my office door and immediately closed it behind me. A sharp, shuttered gasp left my lips as my knees buckled and my hands flew to my desk to save me from my fall. My skin, from my scalp to the tip of my toes, tingled as the war against my consciousness grew to the peak of its battle. I tried to fight the darkness as it battled to wrap me within its arms but I was no match. I had lost whatever will I had left, there was no fight left in me.
I could hear someone calling my name from behind me, the sound of my office door closing though it sounded so far away. My eyes struggled to remain open and gathering whatever strength I could find, I blindly turned towards the familiar voice. Struggling to lift my head and look at their face but the darkness had already claimed me as its victim.
My vision blurred as the unshed tears spilled down my cheeks as I closed my eyes, uttering my last words before surrendering myself to what was awaiting me.
"It's all my fault. He's gone."