'Falling. A word used often in Literature, In Music. A word so negative,
yet such a beautiful caress of the lips. F-a-l-l-i-n-g...If only it
were you and I... a fall worth... dying for.
But you lied.
Boring and plain; It is a life where you are a mere figment. But reckless
And stupid? Never...for that is the only time that you are real.
Well, Here it goes'.
'It's beautiful, slipping away... It's beautiful''Woh!' she looked at her pale right hand. The air rushed through her
fingertips with a delicate caress. 'Is this reckless enough for you?
I'm going to die...'Her supple brown hair soared to the Heaven's as her
frail body fell lifelessly through the crisp spring hair. As the sound
of the crisp waves hitting the shores of La Push beach, she knew that
the sharp rocks that lined it awaited her. Bella's lips curled into a
small, soft smile. 'Goodbye Edward, I love you'
'It's time to pack up and vacate'The rushing sound of the air ceased as the brunette plummeted into the
sea. Slower she fell, as shades of blue and green where banished by
an outburst of flames. The restless waves embraced the raging fire.
'Orange curls...piercing, crimson eyes...' Her lids became heavy as
the Reaper's grip tightened. Bella slipped into the final phase of
unconsciousness.