One

The deep scars slashed within my heart were healing ever so slowly. I was frozen in time, stuck in the horrifying past of my life where no light shone, darkness blinding my too empty eyes. My sore legs took me nowhere, unable to find my way out, the exit I so dearly prayed to exist yet at the same time, knew that I had no hope of discovering. There had to be a solution, another option not as frightening or painful, a path out of the endless maze I was trapped in, a place away from my unbearable pain that knocked me out cold every time I thought of his name. I was forever bound to invisible chains that stopped me from escaping this blackened world, a nameless city with no streets. There was only one answer, only one way to regain my wings and fly away from the quicksand, sinking beneath my feet, only to be hastened by time, eager to swallow me whole…

I needed him back. Even his very presence, his comforting aurora was enough to feed off of. His soul was my only remedy, his flesh my only cure. Despite my desperate heart crying out greedily that I wanted him whole, yearned for him to be mine, I could not dare be that selfish. Although I would never be good enough for him, my love belonged only by his side. Hating myself for being so weak could not make myself despise him for leaving me, for going away when I needed him most. In fact, my desire for him increased even more, eager to be lifted from this malign curse. I grew hungrier, thirstier for his perfect smile, his gentle eyes, his smooth features…

As I stared out the window, pretending to observe clear water particles pouring continuously from the sky, my mind automatically drifted back to him, how we had spent our last moments together, how the cold words he had uttered did not seem to belong to him…

It was nearly a year ago when he had called me to our meeting place, a small secret garden created for the two of us. I could still hear it now, his voice hoarse and abrupt, his tone so strange and different that it got me quite worried. Although I had sped my way down, he had beaten me there and had been breathing unevenly, gasping for air as if he had sprinted to get there before me on some purpose… some purpose I would strongly dislike…

"Scarlet," he had murmured, his voice breaking in between the two syllables of my name. I had always admired the way he said my name, not calling me Scar, a nickname my mother had given me from birth, like everyone else did. I had always loved it except then when he had said it like it was a death sentence.

"John…?" I had whispered back apprehensively, afraid of what was coming. I was good at guessing future events. His pure blue eyes avoided my black ones and I had cried in a hoarse tone, choking on my tears, "Look at me!"

He had obeyed immediately; our eyes had met for a brief moment and I had seen something horrible blended uncertainly with the lucid ocean within his pupil. Horror…

John, my angel, had known that I noticed something painful in him and he had looked away sadly, his unsteady breathing echoing throughout the small garden. My heart had begun to beat furiously, frightened about how this conversation would turn out, yet still clueless that this might be our last moment together…

"Scarlet," he had repeated my name slowly, "I'm moving."

I had known our parting was coming but had still fallen as the world spun around me. "Why…?" I had managed to whisper through my sobs.

His expression had looked pained but I hadn't been sure, hot tears of agony blurring my vision. He had held out his hand in my direction but had hesitantly resisted the urge to help me up. Or it had seemed.

"I hate this place," he had said in a shaky voice, burning a hole through my heart. "Sorry. It's nothing personal, but Fork stinks."

Gasping back in horror as he insulted the very town that held our very moments, I had stood there frozen like a rock, afraid that moving might burst my lungs.

He had continued, looking unbalanced, "My family and I are moving to California. My father's been asked to be a doctor there and they've agreed on a large paycheck or something. I got a good cousin up there and he says that there's a bunch of hot girls in bikinis." I had cringed at his obnoxiousness as his lips unsuccessfully tried to twitch into a grin.

"But... I… love… you…" I had whispered, finally managing the truth to escape from my mouth.

Still avoiding my gaze, he had said, "Scarlet… I-I am… so sorry…"

He had begun to back away from me.

"John!" I had screamed, my voice breaking as tears overwhelmed me.

He hadn't looked back.

"Don't come looking for me."

And with those words, he had left me. And never came back.

It was all well now. Somewhere in California, he was happy, perhaps laughing and joking with a pretty girl on one of those famous California shores, while I was locked up in Fork, Washington, unable to think of anything besides him.

I blinked as I finally noticed that the rain had ended and the sun was raging high above. The ground was already becoming dry. Shaking off thoughts that drifted back to John Kay, I ran out of the house, throwing a jacket over me. I got on my bike and sped my way far away from my life yearning for an old desire.

Quickly, I passed by neighbors, pretending to be deaf to their greetings. I reached an empty street and finally found myself at peace. As I slowed down my pace, I stared, mesmerized, at the titanic mansion which was cold and empty for more than half a year now. My eyes became stubbornly moist again as memories of him inundated my mind. His house that I entered so many times like my own dwelling stared back at me as if it was crying silently with me, mourning at my sad ending.

A distant light caught my attention. An unfamiliar sensation of life filled the unforgettable house and my dry mouth hung open. Someone was finally moving in…

Into my John's house.

Panic controlled my dramatic atmosphere as my thoughts came screaming out at me.

John's house… I silently shouted. NO!

I pedaled harder and harder until I realized I was no longer in control of my speed. But it didn't matter. Only my destination was in sight.

As I nearly reached the newly occupied house, I was thrown off my bike onto the slightly damp concrete. A boy my age laid a good three feet away from me, cursing. I rubbed my scratched knee once and almost ran to the stranger. He was a new face around the block.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized as I held out a hand to him. He refused it and stood up on his own, his cold blue eyes piercing me. "Are you hurt?"

He turned his face away from me and stared at John's abandoned house. "No," he replied curtly.

I overdid it and asked, "Are you sure?"

His gaze returned to me. "Yes."

This time, I was able to closely observe his features. His face was beautiful, tough, and cold. His blue eyes were more or less frozen ice, his nose tall above his pale lips. He had dark brown hair casually falling over his eyes, but it didn't decrease its unavoidable stare. His skin was slightly tanner and his body more built but everything else, from his eyes to his incredible height, was him. John, my love, my remedy… My John was back.

so, that was chapter one to the difference (a twilight fanfic). btw, i think i mentioned this in the summary but the twilight characters are gonna come out soon so dont worry. i dunno if this chapter was any good... i would really like some comments and reviews and anything u might want to add. and please do point out mistakes so i can correct is as soon as possible. please continue reading!!