Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Stephenie Meyer's work.
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And there, with such finality, is this sudden revelation- a last sensation that might've been more potent than all the others combined. This last blip in my otherwise steady train of thought would end up being the only one that mattered- the only one that made all of the others- and the motives behind them- make sense.
The final incineration of my life knew no words, no boundaries, and left a lasting burn of peace in its wake very similar to this epiphany. It had fed me a different fire than what I'd known- so long ago, it already seemed- and morphed into something unexpected... a sudden rush of cosmic explosions better than any high or any forced adrenaline rush. The lights that I could swear smearing across my vision sparkled white instead of red, pure instead of vile and sinful, against all odds.
And as I thought of the path I had chosen, the path you willed against- and now, the path I was on- there was no fear.
Because as this change in the atmosphere becomes apparent and silence ends, the remnants of this revelation will have burned down into the very depths of my eyes, and wound into the knots of my soul- still intact- by hands so surprisingly forceful, so sure of what they had ingrained in my heart so long ago, as they had only transferred the thoughts from one being to the next- but by doing so had brought the sudden and edited insight to the forefront of my thoughts.
It was so simple. Even after all the efforts of trying to force this concept into existence, it could never be- a simulation that meant something else, impossible in the present and thought of as impossible in the future. Impossible to say truthfully, not without the barriers.
And with that choice that had been made, with that path that had been chosen to- but now will never- be trodden, you also stole the one right I wanted, the one declaration that wouldn't have rung in the air for as long as I would be able to be, with that same unshakable finality that could not be broken.
So simple, now. Now that what was meant was made, now that this one instance has passed and I'm left with the knowledge I had never been able to comprehend until I had apt eyes to. Now that I could truly discard so mundane descriptions as you and me, and the love between- but, in finality- in the sureness of clarity, forever dizzying clarity without doubt-
That we are one.
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A/N: Maybe my last one-shot before the release of Breaking Dawn. Meant for personal interpretation. But I like this. And excuse the slightly Biblical title- I just thought that it fit.
And an edit, as of August... third: Um, changed a few words to comply with Breaking Dawn (glad it fits, really) and I kinda want to address one thing that Eleniel Cullen said- to me, personally, it's just a reflection. Even though you can apply it, it's impossible because of outside factors (what I call 'barriers'- time being the biggest, I think, and equality) and Bella's human state. Now that they are... equals, which was never ever true, they can be. Just be, with the rearranging of Bella's thoughts, the threads, to fit. And they're finally one, in the truest sense. I'd wish that what I write didn't have to be explained ) Need to get better. But I couldn't adequately describe this. I don't know.
And I cannot believe Breaking Dawn, by the way. That was WEIRD, haha. But excellent.