A/N: Hi everyone, this was going to be a one shot but I'd rather split it into three separate parts so here is the first one. It is Rosalie who is the main character if she were a human and met Emmet under different circumstances. I know it's rather short but I felt compelled to write this.

DISCLAIMER: I'M NOT SM.

Rosalie's POV

As I walked down the dock I could feel their gazes fall upon me. It was soothing to know that they were there for the both of us but I was uneasy at the same time. I looked up at the sky, a perfect night blue, the sacred rays of liquid warmth sprayed across my back and through my disarrayed blonde hair. I could see people as I walked on but no faces met my gaze, nor did I want them to. I walked down the dock bare foot as I had so many times before, staring at this piece of artistry in my hands. I made slow movements, positioning my feet just right so that they could navigate their way to the end, even if my eyes wouldn't come to their aid. I was confused as to why I was carrying this piece now, why this early, I expected it to happen in maybe fifty years, but not now. This wasn't the birthday I was looking forward to, definitely not the one we planned. Once at the end of the wooden dock I sat down cautiously at the end. I remember sitting here many a times before with him, but never like this. I slid my feet into the water like I had so many times before, only this time it wasn't comforting. Drips of water made their way onto my lap and still the lake held no comfort, no warmth, and no sympathy. It shared nothing with me, because truly, none of it was actually its own to share. I lifted my head from the artistry that prior, I couldn't bare breaking a look from and gazed out upon the lake. A scream escaped my lips and ripped out of my chest, then echoed back at me, taunting my very being. Once again, nothing was there to comfort me; after all, I was giving all that away today. More drips of water evaded me and I felt them on my lap. Sobs escaped my chest next, they were dry and laboured. I felt like my body was an emotional prison with a jail break. I twisted the lid off the homemade pot of artistry and let my body lead my hand into the pot. I let my tears spill into the pot, mumbling out incoherent curses at myself in the process. I sifted through the pot and grabbed a handful of its contents. I pulled my hand back out and my body heaved with a second convulsion of tears, knocking the pot off me and into the lake, leaving me with only a handful of the pots original contents. Sobs rocked violently through me now as I clenched onto the remnants of the pot, and still no one moved, no one made an effort to support me. I gently slid off the end of the dock and stood in the water, letting my tears absorb into the lake. A light wind rustled my hair from behind me as I took the ashes in my hand and pathetically threw them up in the air. I let out a strangled whisper, most likely only audible to me,

"I love you Emmet."

And my mind drifted back to the days of us...

A/N: The next part will be up next Thursday so be on the lookout for that and also try and check out my other story "What you've done to me".

Thanks guys and gals, review please : )