Hi! Just another oneshot, but short though. Enjoy!
Solace
One's comfort cannot be determined on a general scale; however, my comfort is determined by my mood. Comfort for me is usually done by Edward, who grabs me to his hard rock chest and cradles me until my worries are over. However, not this time, not even Edward could help with this pain.
This time, tears are my only comfort. It is not very healthy to keep your emotions cooped up inside you. Emotions can be very deadly and hazardous if not released. For me, my tears release my emotions, everything from anguish to pain to happiness to jubilance. Tears are my real solace. No one or anything else can help me deal with this pain better than my tears.
Tears is usually related to water droplets trailing on a window or raindrops during a hard rainfall. My tears are compared to a waterfall, with the water rushing down over the cliff as it is down my cheeks. Wiping my tears away is as good as keeping unwanted emotions cooped up inside. Crying is the only way I can deal with the hurt brought on by this event.
Edward's death was the only thing no one could help me with.. Usually Edward helped to keep my mind off the things I had trouble with. However, Edward's death was an obvious exception.
When I had been turned into a vampire and married Edward, we had faked our deaths in a car accident and left Fork to be in Juneau, Alaska. It was only ten years later when my Edward was burned by accident in front of me. Without doubt, this had hit me very hard.
I finally, after hours and days of crying, accepted to go to his funeral. Everyone in my family were doubtful, but I assured them that I would be fine. We had a funeral and were in the crowd. When Edward's body was lowered into the grave, I couldn't help but turn away into Alice's chest and cry.
She brushed away a strand of hair behind my ear, and let her be my comfort, even though I knew that tears could be my real solace. Edward's death could only be dealt with tears. Tears helped me realize that he was gone forever.
My husband who I wanted to live a thorough life with, dead. It was a very hard thought to think, and I stayed cradled in Alice's arms until everyone left. I walked over to his grave and read his tombstone.
I laid the white rose I had brought, and laid it on his grave. Crying slightly, I walked back to Alice, who held her arms wide open for me, regardless if tears were my real solace. She just wanted to be there for me while my waterworks helped me deal with this pain.
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Forgiveness is the scent that the rose leaves on the heel that crushes it.
-Rosefire
