Hope Is All That You Need

by Dr. Cullen

The charming Bella Swan is single, living alone and has never been in love. Edward Masen loves her to death, but never seems to have enough courage to talk to her. When they finally meet, will they have what it takes to beat all the odds? All human. BXE.

A/N: Since I live in Canada, and know nothing about the colonization of the United States of America, well at least not enough to sustain a story, I will be writing this story in the colonization of Canada. All characters in this fanfiction will be human, and I will try to put the utmost detail into this story. This story might also take a little bit of a Pirates of the Caribbean twist here and there, but it will for the most part remain Twilight.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that Stephenie Meyer has created, I merely use them.

Preface

When your head swirls with all thoughts and possibilities, the only thing that you can cling onto is hope. Hope is believing that everything will work out for the better; hope is saying that you believe that everything will be alright; hope is saying that everything will work its self out in the end. What than happens if you can no longer have any hope, if you and your love are staring death in the eyes, and even though you want to tell him that everything will be alright, you can't make the words come out of your mouth, to say to him that everything will be alright. When all your hopes and dreams are dashed away in front of your eyes, all you want to do is cry. You long for that embrace that he can give you, the feel of his hand when he reaches out to reassure you, saying that you can beat the odds. All he says that you have to have hope and the will to survive in a world like this, that just being together will be enough to make it through the day.

In the back of your mind, that voice in your head says different. That little voice that you have always had, is saying that this is impossible, not in a world like this. That voice says that you can do much better. That voice in the back of your head is saying why didn't you listen to your heart, because your heart was saying that same thing that he was, hope, determination and a little bit of luck could get you through the day. And now you are thinking that why didn't I come to this conclusion earlier, before I left him out to dry, now as he stares death in the face, I feel a single tear roll down my cheek, fall off of my face and down onto my hand. As I turn my brown eyes onto my hand, I hear a sickening crunch, and I look up to see not what I thought it would be, as my brown eyes meet his green.