Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer
PROLOGUE
2013
The cool breeze was a refreshing break from the constant rain and fog that had shrouded Forks for the past couple of weeks. There was no sun, but actual sunshine would've been too much to ask for, anyway. The lack of rain was good enough, though, for today at least. It made the trip a bit easier.
A sudden gust of wind dislodged the pale pink and white buds on the blooming apple tree, and the petals drifted down onto the lone couple kneeling in front of the two side by side graves. The woman covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle her sobs, as she read the inscriptions.
...
Isabella Marie Swan
September 13, 1989
to
December 24, 2006
Beloved Daughter and Loving Girlfriend
...
Edward Anthony Masen Cullen
June 20, 1989
to
December 26, 2006
Beloved Son and Loving Brother and Boyfriend
...
The man tried to comfort the woman, holding her close to him. "It's okay, Alice. You can let it out."
That was the only encouragement she needed before breaking down into strangled sobs, choking out incoherent apologies. Not that she even knew what she was apologizing for. Perhaps it was for not knowing they even existed until recently. Or maybe it was because she couldn't believe how terribly their lives ended.
But, momentarily, she forgot that the two people that lay in the ground before her couldn't hear her, and never would be able to.
It was too late.
She was much too late.
The prologue was originally written by my close friend Sonia Raziella, who encouraged me to write this story. In her words: "Post the fucking thing, would you?"
It was very inspirational.