A/N
Hi! This is my first Twilight fic. It'll be mainly a series of one-shots and maybe two or three-shots. I have a few ideas, but I will also take requests. I hope you like!
Life After Loss
Fame
Black. From head to toe she was dressed in black.
Eyes. Her eyes shaded by tinted sun glasses.
Hands. Covered by long, elegant gloves ascending up her arms.
Feet. Dawned in knee high boots, laced and tied in a bow.
Legs. Black stockings that rise to her skirt and then some.
Head. A black hat upon her head; long chestnut hair cascading down her back.
This was Miss Isabella Swan.
Slender and gorgeous. Every bit a beautiful young woman. Perfect describes the picture of her loveliness. Men love her. They try to grab her attention. They paw and grab. She just swats. She says she wasn't meant for love.
She was his angel. Plain and normal, but his. He was her knight. So handsome and perfect. Kind and considerate. Everything she wished she could be. Graceful. Beautiful. Forever young. Then he left and took her will with her.
Yet she survived. She lived. And she tried to move on. And then she was bit, and she did move on.
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Lonliness
His life. That's what she was.
His love. The one and only one.
His strength. The reason he moved forward.
His goal. Her happy life was all he wished.
His star. A shining hope the lit his sky.
And then he left. To protect her fragile life. He thought it was the best thing. She was human, he was a vampire. He wanted her to live her life. To be happy and free.
But oh how he was wrong. They said she died. One day she went for a walk in the woods, shortly after he had left, and then never came back. They only found her rain jacket. His beautiful angel…gone…
It crushed his very soul. What was he to do? If she were gone, why should he live?
This was quite a dilemma for Mr. Edward Cullen.
But he decided to live. To try and move on.
And he did…somewhat, though it hadn't ever been the same. He missed her so. He needed her so.
He missed his gorgeous angel.