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After his heartbreaking confession and sudden exit, I just felt numb. At least, at first I did. Minutes later, what had happened truly sunk in and I fell to the ground in silent tears. I curled up and ignored the wet feel of the mud against my bare arms and legs, simply drowning in my self-pity and misery.
The full moon shone upon me; how ironic that, hours earlier, I took it as a sign that my life was brightening up. Now it just seemed cruel. It mocked me, laughed at my hope.
Hope was for the weak, love was for the weak.
Light was fragile, yet darkness was strong.
Luckily, clouds soon quickly blocked my view of the round satellite. My mind felt somewhat better after ridding itself of seeing such a malevolent sight, yet I could not forget it.
Somehow, I stood. I gathered enough strength to get up and walk.
I walked aimlessly but internally, I was fighting a bitter war. My mind was trying and begging my heart to hate, to be angry. My heart was stubbornly stating it'll forgive and forget any misdeed Edward did.
Truthfully, I knew my mind was right. What he did was too bad to ever be forgiven.
And somehow, in the midst of that internal battle, my mind won, and I felt myself sealing off my positive emotions.
Yet I kept fury, hate and heartlessness intact, as well as a few other negative emotions. They were small and weak, after years of neglect, but I knew they quickly become the most powerful and dominant emotions in me rapidly.
Again, I cried. I leant on a nearby tree and slid down it, crumbling into a heap at the bottom. My eyes were dry, but they quickly moistened when it started raining. I lifted my face to meet the rain, letting my tears mix with the rain drops. Maybe then I could pretend I wasn't crying, even if for a minute.
Throughout the remainder of the night, I continually drifted in and out of unconsciousness, never fully awake when I did emerge from sleep, never fully aware of the darkness when I surrendered to it.
At dawn, after a thunderstorm and a whole night crumpled in the same uncomfortable position, I fell asleep, my past tears dry, their paths wiped off my cheeks.
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Once again, I was met with the sight of the moon shining down onto my hidden form, yet I could see there was a light fog higher up in the trees. During the course of the day, the September wind had lightly blown the hundreds of falling leaves over me, covering me, protecting me from sight and the relentless shine of the Sun.
Instead of crying, as I'd been doing for the past day, I tried speaking, but my voice came out too croaky and I soon gave up. I crawled from under my leaf pile and tried kneeling, but my legs were far too weak for that, so I continued crawling, ignoring the intense stabs of pain I felt every time my palms of knees landed on a sharp twig or a resemblance of it.
Soon enough, the light fog became thicker and thicker, as well as it got closer to the ground, until I couldn't see a thing. Giving up, I decided to find somewhere to wait for it to blow over and then return to Forks. It would be a waste of time to attempt to return now, when I knew I'd just get even more lost.
Hours later, I was still waiting against a big boulder, and hopelessness clouded my judgement and I started crying again, for no apparent reason. Then I wondered about Charlie, my father, who probably forgot about me. I bitterly repeated his name in my head, getting angrier and angrier.
He was meant to be my father, and look after me. Where is he now when I'm lost and angry and bitter? Most likely fishing with Harry Clearwater. I ranted on about his uselessness for a while, until I felt others nearby, very nearby.
Three darkly cloaked figures emerged from the ever dense fog headed for me, pushing out my previous thoughts.
Twilight fan-fiction; hey! Usually, I don't really like Twilight – at all, but curiosity drove me to read TTS fanfics and – excluding the majority, which had either horrible grammar or were written by 9 year olds – I loved some of them.
Well, I hope you like this story, but if you don't – hey!
By the way, this isn't going to be a 'Hey! I'll run to the Volturi, ask for death but accept their offer of joining them. Me and Alec will suddenly fall in love/like each other after talking a couple of times in just a day. And the female part of the Volturi guard won't be all squeal-y and fashion-y and friendly like Alice even though they're meant to be sadistic human killing vamps.'
Btw, I don't have anything against those stories, but they just seem unlike Meyer's portrayal of the Volturi. Then again, anything could happen in fanfiction – so keep on writing what YOU want.