Well, hello everyone! This is one of, well, you could say that firsts Twilight fics (never finished one, actually, but I have confidence in this). First of all, I want you to know that I do not speak English, in my country we speak Spanish, so if you see some sort of redaction mistake or a mistake with the grammar, please just tell me.
I hope you enjoy this fic! I bring the prologue to test the basic idea. If you like it, please leave reviews to know that I have to continue!
Well, with nothing else to say, here's the fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
"Dear friend,
Someone once told me that the two most important days in your life were the day you are born and the day when you find out why, others have told me that everyone has a reason to be here, but the really difficult part comes when you try to understand it. I, for my part, have put in evidence both.
I don't know if you've met someone in my situation, or if you had been through something like that yourself, and if you just get bored, I beg you to read to the end, because only then, dear friend, I will be remembered for more than one person.
It is not only my story, but also the story of those who were there to live it with me. The laughter and the memories can't be described, because I'm sure no one would understand it that way, they won't understand how I felt at that moment. But my words are written by my hand, but my words are being readied by you right now.
Death is so sure of his victory, dear friend, that he gives us a lifetime of advantage. But you know something? I cheat death, because the one that took the prize in the end was me. The race was long, but in the end I won. If I won, why I'm writing then? Well, that's a good question.
And there's only one answer.
Why? Well, because the day I died was also the day I started to live
With love, a stranger "
The contrast between the gray clouds and the blue sky that they were leaving behind was too marked to not notice it and sigh with resignation. The plane began to move slightly from side to side, making more than one close their eyes, making it look like they were praying for their lives.
Through her eyes, it was like watching a movie with the MUTE option on. For this reason, she only looked at the window, with the headphones in her ears even when she was not listening to something at all.
Just looking through it. Looking and thinking.
When the plane first touched the soil of the runway, all the metal moved abruptly, causing more than one person drop a gasp of surprise, and the occasional "gosh". Then there were sighs of relief and applause when the plane stopped moving.
But she, not turning even though many people were standing to look for their briefcases, didn't want to follow up.
She wanted to stay up there and look.
All she wanted to do is to look.
Because by only looking you don't disappoint yourself, because by just looking is almost guaranteed to live in a illusion for long as necessary, or until you search a point where you decided that it was not enough just look, when you tried to be part of that world.
It was a trap.
As much as she didn't like to say it, it was a trap.
She knew it.
"Are you okay, big sis?"
It took a while to discover that these words were addressed to her, and only for the sake of curiosity she took her eyes off the window to take a look of the child who had been sitting next to her during the flight. The same that had been strangely quiet, the same who had spent all the flight watching children's films on the small screen.
The same boy that was looking at her with genuine curiosity.
"Ryan, don't bother the miss" The lady who was across the boy looked at him reproachfully, before looking at her apologetic "Sorry honey"
Her lips formed a straight line, and stayed for a moment like that, as if she planned not to respond, as if she just wanted to look at them in the same way she had been staring at the window.
But then she smiled, shaking h34 head slightly to the mother, looking after at the child with the same expression.
He smiled back, laughing softly.
"Sweetie, are you ready?"
But then her smile was dissolved, making Rayn's smile disappear as well. She stood still in place, turned to him, even though she knew they were referring to her. She looked at him a moment, as if she was going to miss him, and breathed deeply, unbuckling her belt and turning towards the two adults who watched her with smiles on their faces.
Illusions. Tramps.
She nodded, just nodded. She nodded, got up, and looked at them.
Because by only looking you don't disappoint yourself, because by just looking is almost guaranteed to live in a illusion for long as necessary, or until you search a point where you decided that it was not enough just look, when you tried to be part of that world.
It was a tramp.
Because she knew it, because she had lived it.
Because she had chosen just to look, and say nothing.