Eternal rest

Disclaimer: If I happened to own Twilight, it would be rather ironic that I was writing FANfic, wouldn't it?

Bella walked slowly, her umbrella shielding her from the pelting rain as it fell. Her other hand held a single long stemmed rose that was glistening with the drops of water caught upon it's satin petals. The sky was grey with unshed tears, weary and all too tired to hold it in, releasing its many woes upon the mortals and immortals of the world.

"Now he's gone...and he won't come back," the winds whispered with impassioned breath, gently caressing her cheek with invisible fingers. Bella tightened her hold on the rose, not noticing when a thorn pressed into her thumb, cutting it so that crimson droplets fell onto the ground. Once upon a time, she would have noticed and cared.

But once upon a time had passed. Now, it was only supposed to be happily ever after.

"Where was my happy ending?" Bella said quietly to herself as she stepped over fallen leaves and twigs. "Why was I left alone?"

It was dark by the time she reached the clearing the Cullens used to play baseball on. It looked just like she remembered, just like in her dreams when she would see them playing and laughing and shouting at each other. She would always wake up, expecting to hear him sooth her back to sleep. In those vivid nights, she would rage silently against the moon and its dull glow that kept him away from her.

"It's not fair..." she whispered, pressing her slender, pale fingers against the imprints carved upon a smooth slab of marble that lay at the corner of the field. She placed her rose down in front of the gravestone, her cheeks wet with rain and tears. There, it joined a pile of roses, some wilted while others having already faded away. Her eternally beautiful face was reflected back by the marble, solitary and cold.

She started to dig. She opened the wooden crypt and slipped inside. He was waiting, lips every bit as chilling and perfect as she remembered them.

Bella smiled gently. "Now I lay me down to sleep..."

"To sleep, to sleep" the winds echoed back as the rain ceased to fall.

"Forever" she whispered.

"Forever," the winds agreed.


Hurray, first twilight fic! If I did this correctly, you would be feeling at least slight twinges of angst.

Review! They are very welcome!

Achillea

Post scriptum: In case you are wondering: Yes, Edward is dead. And yes, Bella decides to join him, because even vampires can die.