For those about to read this story, I wish to say that this is my first fanfic. Simply put I have no idea what I'm doing. If you have any ideas or criticisms to improve this fic, let me know.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT
(I just like having fun with it)
The Void
Prologue
Many people believe that a human is born with a soul, but no one has been able to prove it. Can you see someone's "soul?" Not that I've heard. Some people claim that the eyes are the windows into the soul and I guess they could be right.
Can you measure a soul? Not with any technology that is available to date. But there are a lot of unexplained things in this world that can't be measured. But on the subject of souls, I believe that whether or not you have a soul is strictly tied to your belief. Do you have a soul? I used to have one, a soul that is; until it was taken away from me by the one I had loved.
There is another strange belief, love. "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Who ever had come up with this statement is full of it. The word love is thrown around so much that hardly anyone truly means it when they say "I love you." I had never experienced love before HE came into my life and now I regret having ever felt it. It is not the love of a sibling or a parent, but the love of your soul mate, or so I had thought. When we were together I could shout from the highest mountain top in joy from the love that I had in my heart. You could feel as though you could do anything, as long as your love was right next to you.
But love also has a serious drawback; a fatal defect. If the one you love does not reciprocate your feelings, or if they rescind their love and move on to better prospects, it will leave you an empty shell. You become a shadow of your former self, unable to function. The world becomes colorless and hollow, leaving you to go through life without meaning or purpose.
Sometimes you are lucky and find someone else to "love." They pull you from the brink of despair and restore the color to your life. But even if you are happy, you will always have that hesitation from expressing your feelings and the doubt that the one you now love will hurt you. But if you don't find another to love, you become something less than human. You fade away until there is nothing left but the dark, disgusting part of your former self that had always been hidden from the world. Then this darkness replaces the emptiness within and consumes you.
What I have described is the painful process of becoming a monster. I have felt love twice now and have lost it both times, each of them equally painful. Where do you think this leaves me?