This one is a bit different than the others, guys. If any of you have ever read Sonya Sones novels, this layout should be familiar. It's written in verse, which is sort of like a cross between a poem and a story. The italics are the headings for the paragraph. They break the poem up into sections, and if they let me make text bigger this, they would be larger. Usually the headings are the first sentence of the paragraph.
Please don't read this if you're having a bad day or if you are in love with Edward--it'll only make you feel worse.
Also: I know that you need to rip up and burn a vampire to kill them, but this is my story, and I didn't think Bella would be able to stay concious if Edward was dismembered.
Please listen to "Lithium" by Evanesence and "Red Mist" by Jim Dooley while you read this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Bella, or Edward. If anything, they own me.
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Far worse than anything.
"NO, Edward—EDWARD!"
My voice was swallowed up
By the cold emptiness in the air.
I didn't move. Speak.
Neither did he.
In that split moment,
A time so devastatingly fleeting
That it was almost nonexistent,
The world changed for me.
The moments before it happened,
The moments before he looked at me,
The moments before she lunged.
That was life.
But now was something else entirely.
I felt suspended,
Like I had been thrown from a bridge
And frozen four feet above the ground.
Ice flooded through me,
Filling me.
The air turned to water.
Thick, thicker than anything,
And black like an wordless night.
I drowned in the heaviness,
The coldness.
Pieces of me fell away.
Places that I never thought
Would feel empty again.
Hollow,
My insides echoing.
I was disconnected from the world,
From the scene that had just played out before me.
Like I an onlooker, a bystander.
Any moment now
And he would appear.
Lead me back.
"Silly Bella,"
He would say.
"Silly, silly Bella."
I drifted forward
And fell to my knees beside him.
I watched a blaze of red hair flash behind me.
I could feel her grin,
Burning into my back.
Like a brand of what she'd done to him.
I knew that
I would never move again.
Pressure was coming at me,
Pushing against me from all sides.
I felt myself crushing.
Folding into myself, creasing.
A paper fan.
I brushed my fingertip
Over his cheek.
He was just as cold
Just as still
As he had always been.
I wanted to scoop him up
And tuck him away in my pocket.
There are no words for this.
My insides shrunk
Smaller and smaller.
My throat barely a twig,
My middle all gone,
Until only my skin was left.
Skin and echoing.
Skin and nothingness.
I floated, like in a dream.
"Edward," I whispered.
"Edward."
His name hung in the air
Like a broken promise.
The wind swirled his hair around his face.
So beautiful.
She laughed.
The sound broke the air,
Piercing through me.
A red haze swam in my eyes,
Blinding me.
"Bella, it won't be long now," she cooed.
Her lips dripped with dangerous words.
"No need to say good-bye, dearest."