A/N: I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.
I felt like there was no point anymore, like it would make no difference what so ever if I gave up or kept going. My life was at a wall, a black, boring, huge wall and I couldn't do anything to
get around it. I was at the point where I was just going through the motions, just trying to survive the day. I could never stop thinking about it, about you, but I tried to distract myself, I
tried anything and everything I could think of. It never worked, I could never truly take away the pain, the hurt, the longing. Do you know how many ways I thought up, ways to redo that
night, to take back what I said, what you said? I needed you to stay, I wasn't strong enough to let you go, to see you walk away. Yet, there you went, and when you left I hit that wall, that
big, black, endless wall, and I have been trying to get around it in any way that I could think of, but I think I have been going about it the wrong way. I can't go around the wall, I have to
push it down, I have to break free of this little space that's starting to make me go insane, I have to get to the other side, because that's where I'll find you.