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 it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
-Robert Frost
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Preface
I've accepted the state of my life since I was about five. No parents, no family except the fosters until Aunt Alyssa found me, no friends, and really, besides school and track there was nothing for me to live for. That sounds depressing—no, I sound depressed, or suicidal, or something, but I wasn't. I was just…indifferent. I thought that I'd feel the same way about death; I would accept it and move along to whatever was waiting for me in the afterlife, if there even was one.
But now? Now I'm not. Maybe I could if it was only my death, but taking thirteen other people down with me is not an option. Adrien always told me he'd follow me anywhere, but he never wanted me to make that decision for him. Except I would end up following Adrien, but I would have to leave him also. The Cullens told me one of the Volturi was a collector of sorts and if he ever got a good look at my mind, things could go one of two ways--each centering on my willingness to change. We were hoping for neither of those options.
And now I plan on going against all the things we've discussed--making an option of my own.
A cloud passes overhead and I turn on my side to look at him. We were lying a couple feet apart; not touching ye, but still together and bonded tighter mentally than anything physical could give. I stretched my hand out and wrapped my fingers up in his. Adrien smiled and squeezed my hand as tightly as he could without shattering my bones, but he didn't look happy. I rolled toward him; maybe there was something I could do or say that would make the day pass faster while we waited. But once nestled into the his arms there was nothing I could think of that could make a difference; Adrien was afraid, just like me. Only he was afraid for me and I was afraid of what I'd soon do to him.
A/N: Blue Hour is a Twilight fic with two totally different main characters (and their love story) but you'll see, once you read this, that the Cullens and other Twilight Saga characters will be in this story. I do not own them (though getting the rights to Twilight would be pretty wicked!!!), but I do own the new characters.
A note on the title: It comes from the French Expression "l'heure bleue" that refers to twilight, the period of each morning where it is neither full daylight or darkness, and in summer it's the time when flowers are especially fragrant.
I hope you like this!
Oh, and the main character's name is Ryanne if you were wondering.
