Preface
Shadow of the Day
Shadow of the Day © A Flaming Moon
Twilight © Stephenie Meyer
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For years I have thought I was an idiot. But now, as I sit in my last-minute plane seat, I noticed that now I was the biggest idiot in the world; probably the universe. I had thought I was doing the right thing by leaving Forks, leaving all of the extremities behind, but my racing heart told me otherwise. I clutched the leather backpack's strap tightly, making the skin over my knuckles turn white as snow. I closed my eyes and images flashed behind my eyelids.
I could see the giant figure bolt across the road, knocking me off of my bike and throwing me over the cliff to the raging waters below…
I could see fear echoing in dark eyes as I lay in the hospital bed of a collapsed lung and then those same eyes brightening as the owner recognized the music I drifted asleep to in that hospital bed…
I could see the joy radiating off a strong person as I danced like an idiot in my own bedroom…
I could see the terror in his eyes as that rogue vampire tried to make me dinner. I could see the ripple of power just beneath his skin…
And after all that…
I could see the pain in his eyes as I ripped the carved necklace from my neck and ran to my motorcycle, kicking it to life and flying down the winding roads.
I could hear the hurt in his voice as he pleaded for me to turn around and go back…
Even now, hours after I saw the pain in those eyes, the hurt in his voice, the tears flowed freely down my face, which, in itself, was yet another sign of how much of an idiot I was. A small hand found mine and I gasped, shocked by the unexpected touch. To my right was a small girl, probably no older than four. She smiled with complete innocence. "Why are you cwying?" She asked in that sweet childish accent that always made me smile, no matter how deeply depressed I was. "Do you have a owie?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes," I said simply, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.
"Do you want Mommy to kiss it bwetter?" Her mother coughed and I smiled as I saw her blushed. She squeezed her hand and shook her head.
"That is not something you need to ask a stranger, Lisa," she grumbled, giving me an apologetic look.
"The kind of owie I have isn't the type you can kiss better."
"But you can kiss any owie bwetter."
The sudden sensation of feeling warm, moist lips on mine made my heart freeze. I could feel large, hot hands curl through my hair, holding my skull to the other. The musky scent I loved so much filled my nostrils, sending a new wave of tears down my face and painful chills down my spine. But you can kiss any owie bwetter…Her words echoed in my mind.
"Flight attendants, prepare for take-off." The captain's voice echoed over the speakers.
And at that moment, I proved to the world how stupid and idiotic I was.
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This has to be one of my favorite prefaces I have ever written. I started something along the same lines of this a long time ago but I got bored with it and stopped. But now my friend, of whom I have based this character off of, has been bugging to start rewriting it…and since I got a new laptop because my last one was fried, I decided to delete the other one and rewrite it.
Please review…I love reviews…they make me feel all warm and tingly inside. =^.^=
Also, this is PostEclipse – PREBreaking Dawn. Reneesme never happens here…or at least…not for a while.