Okay, so before we get started, I would just like to let you all know...
I do not own Twilight or it's characters.
Prologue.
"You know that question… 'If you could have any power, what would it be?" I asked Jacob. "I think about that a lot, you know. All the time. And I always wish, I just wish I could fly, you know." He was yelling at me, but I wasn't listening to him. He had to know, he just had to know what I was thinking. "Imagine." I continued, laughing to myself. "You are sick of the mediocrity of your life and the bullshit society punishes you with… And so you leave. You just… fly away…" Strong wind whipped through my hair. The cold night air slapped at my face. I held my arms out on either side of me for balance. The simple white dress I wore wrapped tightly around my bodice with the storm. My bare feet on the bridges edge began to numb with the cold.
"I could just spread my wings and fly." I mused and put my head back to gaze at the night sky.
The stars always seemed to have a way of deceiving me into believing they were prettiest when I felt emptiest.
I could hear the waves lapping over themselves below me. Grasping onto each other for the briefest of moments, before letting go and crashing against themselves. The water called for me, begged me to it, asking me to let the ice cold water devour my soft skin. It told me to just let go and fly.
"Get the fuck down, Bella." I heard Edwards's violent and concerned voice and my head snapped in the direction it was coming from. He walked quickly towards me, with long strides and creased eyebrows. I heard Jacob explaining that he couldn't control me, I heard him apologising but I blocked out Jacob's voice and focused in on deep green eyes that were almost near me.
"What do you live for, Edward?" I called out to him.
"You, Bella." He yelled back.
"And what would you die for?" I asked him, lowering my voice. He was standing just below me now, looking up at me under long lashes. I stared at him. His eyes were portraying feelings that were being sent from his heart. I knew them all too well. They were broken, sad and begging.
"You." He replied to me after a moment or two. So quietly, that only I could hear. A crowd had gathered but they didn't matter. Nothing mattered because there was Edward and there was me. I started down at him with such intensity it froze my body more than the cold had in the past hour. He reached out to me and I accepted his warm embrace. He pulled me from the edge and into his strong arms. He wrapped them tightly around me and kissed any skin his lips could connect with. I apologised, over and over again, crying and shaking into his body. Weeping and muttering, "I'm sorry Edward, I'm so sorry." As he soothed me and loved me and cradled me against his chest. The people around us began to disperse, but we could have stayed together like that all night.
A/N:Okay so I'm quite pleased with this, but are you? Do you love it or loathe it? Leave a review and I'll bake you a cupcake. Maybe.