Disclaimer: I take no credit for the characters in this story. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. The poem belongs to Robert Frost. I thank them for letting me borrow their work to make a story of my own.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-Robert Frost
He was wrong. The poem was twisted from my reality.
The first time I perished…it was ice. It didn't burn. It froze my heart, until I wished that it would stop beating. My heart was dead and cold, and along with the gaping hole in my chest, made me a shell. Nothing was living here, only breathing. The only thing that was keeping this unoccupied body from perishing was my promise to him. My promise to my first, and seemingly only, love. Even that had to go sometime. I broke my word. And i regretted it. For just one moment, i realized that i didn't want to die.
The sun saved me. My sun. My Jacob. He warmed my frozen heart, and thawed out my soul that was stuck in the tundra. He knew i was broken...that i couldn't be fixed, yet he befriended me anyway. He was my rock, the one i could fall back on, and frequently did. He helped me to...not forget, exactly, but to move past being so much of a zombie and realize how much life could mean.
Unfortunately, the good things in my life always seem to come to an end before that even begin. Both of my loves were lost to me, unable or unwilling to return. My heart and soul shattered twice, and i perished. First ice, then my sun consumed my world in fire, and i perished in the heat...
AN: This is only my second actual story. I'll try update as much as possible, but sometimes I get writers block for a while. I won't give up on this story, but I might not update as quickly as some might like. Reviews might help that along some! ;)
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