A scream ripped from Bella's throat as she watched her torn beloved burn in the inferno before reached into the fire, trying to grab his still snaraling face, but pulled her hands back and whimpered at the pain.
"WHY?!"
She sobbed into her hands, the salty tears only increasing the stinging. She didn't care. Her heart hurt 100, 1000, 10000 times worse than any injury. What was life worth without him?
Even with the fire burning so close to her, she felt cold. The world spun, and grayed. There were no colors, no scents, no taste. She hardley even noticed the ground beneath her. It was just her alone in a big, empty world.
When, alas, Bella could cry no more, she just sat there and stared at the dying embers. Her legs were crossed and she held herself tightly, Shaking to badly that she might've fallen apart. Everything ached. Her whole body throbbed along with her heartbeat.
Bella became weary, her energy drained alongside her tears and ceaseless trembleing. Her eyelids began to droop, when an evil cackle rang behind her.