I was living in darkness, black and grays swirling around me. The sun was gone forever, stubbed out in that one moment when the water became to much for her tiny lungs.
I wasn't me anymore. I wasn't Quil Ateara great descendant to the wolves. I was bodiless, seemed to be floating above everything.
I ate when I was hungry, slept when tired and hunted until I could take the thoughts of those around me no longer.
I longed to be with a precious Claire once again, to float in the skies, the many pebbled beaches that she loved so much, to be with her forever, like it was supposed to be.
Though this was not quite true either, that wasn't how it was supposed to go, she had not even reached her fourth birthday when the sea and the gods decided she should be no more.
I was tortured with others thoughts, of Kim, Emily, even special, little 'Nessie'. That was how it was supposed to be I was supposed to have those very thoughts. To be able to watch her grow up, to be her brother, her best friend and eventually her imprint, but this was not to be. I was meant to be a lonely creature with half a soul.
What was it that I had done? What horrible blasphemy could I have carried out to be suffering and in agony with the perfect lives of others?
I so longed to join the most beautiful of angels, the most striking of females, but even this I was denied.
I had attempted many times, I had jumped of cliffs, provoked vampires – though they were hardly a match, caring Carlisle and his coven even refused me such relief, only the bronze boy could offer me any understanding or sympathy – though each time my instincts or my brothers took over and I was again left in this dark, depressing place.
I was left with no option but to lie in bed, refusing food or any communication.
The others thought I would get over it, that there may still be hope that it may happen again. Though I doubted there would be anyone else as gorgeous as my beloved Claire. Ever since the day I saw her I had seen no other face except her own, heard no other voice but the tinkle of hers, felt no other sensation then the ones caused by her.
If I was truly myself I might have been angry at the hypocrites, as if any of them would not be in the same situation, that idea was ridiculous. Though I was not myself, I was only half there, enough to realize what was going on but not enough to care.
I spent the endless days thinking only of her and the memories that were still clear in my mind, her gentle face, her constant chatter, her childish antics, her musical laughter.
I relived the blissful memories over and over until the day could come when I would once again be joined with my angel and the sun could once again enter my life.
A/N sorry for such a dark tone, but i had this idea that i couldnt get out of my head, of what life would be like if a person imprint died. I wasnt to sure where to end it so im sorry about the shotty ending, if you have any ideas reviews are very welcome. Also i'm not too sure about the title of the story, so as said before, if you have any ideas, you can review me or even Pm me, i no ive been slack on review replies on my other story, but i promise to reply to these ones.
Thank you all, hope you liked it
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