AN. So this is the prologue of my first story on this website. It also happens to be the first story I'm writing in English. I am sure it would be no surprise for anyone that I'm asking you to not be to harsh in your comments. But I find something else even more important to ask. Please, don't be to nice! One of the greatest purposes in life is to learn from your mistakes. I don't learn anything I nobody explains them to me. The third thing I've to say is no surprise, either. I don't own Twilight, only my own characters. Enjoy the story and feel free to leave a review. If you, by accident, happen to like it: my special thanks goes to MaverickPaxAPunch, who teaches me new English words, such as neat, and encourages me to write.
She closed the door with shaking, elegant hands. Now, we were surrounded by pure dark, yet, I could see with total perfectness. Her wide, haunted eyes were the scariest thing I'd ever seen in my short life.
"We are going to die," I stated, there was no desperation in my voice, no pain, no fear. I didn't care anymore, I was ice.
"No," she lied. She bowed down, so she was on the same level as me. Her eyes were still wide and haunted, but also determined.
"You are scared," I said, I wasn't planning on going down like this. I wanted to die in all my dignity. If I could get her at my side, that is. I wouldn't leave her to herself in this dark, abandoned barn in the middle of a forest. I owed her everything. I could only give her my companionship. Something she shouldn't be happy with, at all. But she was.
"No!" she replied, but her voice sounded off, like human teenager telling the police that she didn't do it. She wasn't involved in anything. It was the sound people get to they're voice when they try to convince their innocence when there is none. I knew the sound.
"Yes," I said. "They will find us here, and we will die. And you are very, very afraid."
Suddenly, she grabbed both my hands, holding them in her firm, icy grip. I gasped, then relaxed. Her thumps moved slightly over the upside of my hands, it had the feeling of trust and love. I would never have time to become used to that.
"Sophie, I… I… You must know that I've always wanted to protect you! Please, please say you know. You deserved so much more than this. You deserved life and I, I was arrogant and… I love you, please don't forget." She didn't cry, she couldn't, but the dry sobs coming from deep sorrow and pain were the closed she could get.
My words were simple, yet, I thought they were completely right. She'd been strong for me for so long. I could cry and scream and tremble with fear. I could slap her in her face for doing this to me. But in the end, that wasn't how I wanted it to end, either.
"I know," I said. My eyes saying all the thing I couldn't speak out loud.
It felt like a goodbye