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Author's Note: Well, more Rosalie and Emmett angst. Probably because I think she's a bitch because she'd give up Emmett for humanity. Who would give up Emmett? I sure as hell wouldn't. Song in Summary is Heartless by Kanye West. Review, yo! -Delta

Remembering The Stardust

Her hair was a trail of stars flowing brightly behind her as she ran.

To where, I still wasn't sure. But by the way she was running, so sure and confident, I had faith that she knew. And I had the faith that, when we got there, everything would be okay. Everything.

Consciousness is a slippery slope and I can't find friction.

The next thing I remember is fire.

It's consuming every part of me, everything that I am. The tendons and muscles holding me together are eaten away with the flames and I cannot move, cannot speak at all. The only thing I feel is a cool hand in mine and sometimes when control slides back my way, I'd squeeze it just a little bit tighter, as if it were an anchor and I a floating ship.

Years seem to pass because the pain seems to make time slow like molasses on a cold winters day. It crawls on, and I follow slowly and obediently behind.

Until it begins to fade away.

The burning recedes and falls back, as if floating back towards the core of my body. My very heart. And then, it was nothing but a ball of liquid gas and flames, burning everything that was still laying on that bed with me to ash.

But then I was more aware of it all than I ever had been in my mediocre human life.

That hand was no longer cold, but warm against mine and so very silky. Like the satins my mother used to wear to church on Sundays. And just as smooth.

The first thing I see as I open my eyes is her face, the face of an angel, the face of the woman I would love. And it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, will ever see, in my entire life span.

And sometimes, when I'm reminded of her hatred for this life, for this immortality and this forever we have to live together, I think of that moment those years ago.

I think of her then.

Beautiful and so very warm.

It's the only thing that keeps me from crawling out of my skin when she looks at me with pity buried deep within her golden eyes.