I stare... But there is nothing to see, nothing to blame, nothing to hope for...

Yet the feeling of peace is still there, even as I try to run from it. Somehow, I cannot run away, for a sort-of gravitational force, pulls me closer. As I try to hold on to everything that I have left, I felt myself slipping away, defeated. But somehow, I didn't feel neglect nor anxious. I felt blissful. This embracing aura fills the air with its sweet smell.

And now I find myself fighting again but for a different purpose, a different meaning. You gave me hope, as I soon discovered that you were the one pulling me closer. My life brightened with the light that you shone, the light that gave my life meaning. You're the reason why I fight for my life, why I try to exist. I find myself pulling myself closer to you, not at all afraid, but determined to be good enough for you, the ordinary person turned extraordinary.

You're the only figure in my midst, between the figment of my imagination and the realm of my reality. I know you're real, but I'm not sure myself that you exist with my purpose. I've searched for long, yet I'm not certain if you're the one for me.

You made me feel as if you were, and so I believed. My whole universe revolved around you, a center that gives me light, a hope in the darkness, a bright star in the horizon.
But then, who'd have thought of you as just a shooting star? You shot across my sky so fast that I was barely able to see it. Yet it was so beautiful that I couldn't see anything else but you.

However, everything changes. In a split second, everything could go and never come back.
I started searching for you. I darted frantically searching for your precious face. But nothing else was found, except darkness, a deafening silence that filled the dark aura ahead. I don't care if I'll get lost in the confusion in my midst. What I care about is finding you.

And so I trudged forward, aimless, frantic. At the same time, I was wondering what I've done wrong to get this kind of reaction, to provoke you.

In the haze of tears in my eyes, I found a path, a breath of trail that only I know of. Breathless and tired, I collapsed, following what has been left of you, only with my eyes, as you disappeared beyond the horizon, never to be followed and found again. I remember then, seeing your face, my imagination and reality, only to be found in my memory.

I stare... But there's nothing to see, nothing to blame, and nothing to hope for.

There's nothing else but the void of silence mocking me, and my silent whisper of "he's gone"

Tears trickled silently, as I felt the cold ground beneath me.

Each memory from the past came back to haunt me and slowly ripped a hole in my heart.

As I stare at the invisible path that you've left, all my hopes drained out of my system, and nothing was left except for

SILENCE...

(Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Series nor any of its Charcters... Stephenie Meyer does...)

(A/N: R&R please.... Flames are welcome for me to be able mo make a nice hot cup of cocoa)