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BPOV
I sighed as I turned over on my couch; daylight had broken so it was time to face another day, how I hated each new day, and the pain it brought with it. Immortality was intended for those who have what they need to be content forever or those who would never have what they needed and watch in hatred at the mortals who had it, unfortunately for me I was part of the second group.
I stood up of the couch and walked over to the window, why did I move to this town? Forks Washington is known to have the most rainfall in the continental U.S this little piece of trivia appealed to me at the time, but arriving here forced me to remember and it all has to do with the colour green.
Green had been my favourite colour as a human for obvious reasons to me at the time, my husband owned a pair of memorising green eyes that made you feel as if he was searching into your soul, not surprisingly when I gave birth to our first child exactly ten months after our wedding his beautiful green eyes dazzled me from the time they shed their baby blue.
It was this reason that now I hated the colour green, I missed those eyes, the eyes that held the key to my soul and my heart.
Now I had to wonder the earth alone and watch the mortals and those of my kind who had found contentment simmer in my jealously.
Immortality is not all it's cracked up to be.
EPOV
Brown. How I despised the colour brown. My family thought my disliking to the colour was an odd disliking I had picked up as a human, but really it came after my change to immortality and the only people who knew why were my son and of course her, not that she had the ability to think anymore, the truth being that my wife was probably decayed under the thick soil that covered the earth.
I shuddered at this thought, I had hoped that it wouldn't be caught by my son but needless to say it was.
"You thought about her didn't you?" he asked turning to face me; he had been looking out the window at the passing scenery.
"Yes." I muttered leaving no emotion in the air, my son Edward Jr or Antony as he preferred to go by his middle name to cause less confusion had a habit of making talk about things that I would much rather leaved buried.
"What exactly made you shudder?" he asked knowing a little too well.
"I thought about your mother being buried under the earth." I whispered not wanting to upset him, Antony usually became depressed when we talked about his mother for too long.
"Oh, so cheerful thoughts then." He muttered sarcastically.
"Antony please." I said not appreciating jokes when it came to her.
"Dad eventually we're going to have to talk about this and eventually we're going to have to go back to Chicago, we can't keep this buried forever." He exclaimed.
"Son, I am not trying to bury it." I lied.
"Whatever you tell yourself." he said before returning to look out the window.
I sighed before turning my attention back towards the road; I looked to my right and saw the sign signifying our arrival to our new home town.
You are now entering Forks Washington
Hope you remembered your umbrella.
"It should read welcome the purgatory Population you." Muttered Antony.
Definitely with a family of vampires descending onto the poor unsuspecting town.
Immortality is not what it's cracked up to be.