The Walk

Prologue

I remember with perfect clarity when we were young.

In pre-school, when we met, she had fallen into a murky puddle of mud and cried salty tears because it was the middle of April and she had ruined the sun dress her dead Grandmother had given her.

I reached my hand out to her and we began our very first chapter together.

I thought from that moment on we'd be together forever. Whether it be casual friends, best friends, or perhaps related by blood (a childish fantasy I had held dear when your brother is Emmett).

I can look back now and regret not relishing my time with her as much as I should have.

Because now I can't even look her in the eye.

One reason being because I was a coward.

Second, because she was no longer with me.

Third, because I was not sure what I would find there if I searched their unfathomable depths.

And Forth, because I (the disinterested, narcissistic, imbecile) was obsessively, fanatically, and undeniably in love with her.

I did not want to admit defeat now.

Because as the church bells rang with a metallic finality, I knew our story would end here.

I had to stop it.

No matter how useless my pathetic attempt at stealing her away would be, it could not end like this.

I am Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan is my best friend, my consultant, and the love of my existence.

Too bad I didn't see it sooner.

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Big trouble losing control.
Primary resistance at a critical low.
on the double gotta get a hold.
Point of no return one second to go.

No response on any level,
Red-alert this vessel's under seige.
Total overload all systems down they've got control.
There's no way out.
We are surrounded.
Give in, give in and relish every minute of it.

Freeze, awake here forever.
I feel a weakness coming on.

Its not meant to be like this,
Not what I planned at all.
I dont want to feel like this.
Yeah.

The Walk – Imogen Heap

A/N: You may be wondering why there is not an exact summary for this particular story. Well, to be honest this one, no matter how many times I tried to summarize it didn't seem to sum it up. I know, pathetic excuse.

As for the length or spacing, this will not be how I write the story. I have never done a proper prologue before, so I went for a wild card and tried my hand at it without checking out too many prologues from other well known fanfiction authors.

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