I didn't love her at first sight. Not the second time or the third, either. I have no idea when it first happened that my feelings for that woman escalated from friendship to love. By the time I noticed, I was already long gone. If you follow the 'falling' euphemism, I was miles down and staring up as the sky grew further and further away.
A tiny, rebellious, part of my soul resents her for making me love her. She took away my freedom. I was wholeheartedly latched to her, trailing her like some desperate puppy dog and she hardly gave me a glance. No. She couldn't see me.
All she could ever see was Edward.
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This is just a little drabble I felt like writing. Truthfully, I'm not much of a fan of Twilight because I'm one of those prats who can't read a book or watch a movie without ranting about all the parts that don't make any sense or are simply impossible. Even with fantasy. I could go on for hours about the double standards, physical impossibilities and sheer idiocy involved in Reneesme's existence...
Anywho, I was considering turning this little bit into a full-length fic, but I'm not sure if it's any good. I'd love to hear some opinions.
And I don't own Twilight, of course.
- Debauch.
