Disclaimer: Gasp! Oh no! I just received the worst news of my entire life! I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!
*runs away sobbing madly*
(I don't own Diamond Rio or their song, either, although sometimes they practice in my basement at 3 a.m.)
This is a little darker than I normally write. I'm not really sure where it came from. Oh well, blame the plot bunny.
And those of you who read my story Between Heartbeats, I was thinking about writing a sequel...let me know if you want one! I aim to please!
Anyway, on to the story.
Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me,
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl
Then I'd unplug the telephone
And keep the tv off
I'd hold you every second
Say a million I love you's
That's what I'd do. With one more day with you
Leave me wishing still for one more day
Leave me wishing still for one more day
With you.
The girl is thin.
Too thin, her clothes hanging off her frail frame. The wind picks up speed, and she sways as if it could blow her away.
And you get the feeling that she wouldn't care if it did.
She stands dangerously close to the edge, clutching a piece of paper like a lifeline. Her resolve is evident in the way she stands, the way her dark brown eyes are finally at peace.
The water below her is choppy and rough, slapping the side of the cliff audibly. A few jagged rocks rise out of the depths, wet and dark with salt.
Her thick dark hair whispers around her pale face as she bends and slides the white piece of paper underneath a rock, replacing it almost tenderly. Her hand caresses it like a kiss, as she straightens back up to face the anger of the sea below.
She walks to the very edge of the cliff without fear, a tiny smile playing on her lips. Her head is tilted, listening to a voice only she can hear.
I'm coming, Edward, she whispers, the wind snatching the words from her mouth.
There's no hesitation in her face, only joy. Release. Anticipation. She spreads her arms wide.
Then she jumps.