Sunset; (adjective) the period during which somebody or something is declining, coming to an end, or approaching death.
PREFACE
They seemed so vivid, like they were really….happening.
The first one was blissful.
I was young, probably about three days old; Rosalie brushing threw my bronze, brown curls. The comb swept through my silky smooth hair. I giggled in a soprano tone when the light reflected off the glass making the mirror in front of me shine.
The second one was, sad in a way.
I knew…I was absolutely positive that Jacob wouldn't survive. But maybe…just maybe a miracle would happen. This is when Christ steps in.
It was last summer. It could clearly point that out. Just by the giddiness in my expression I knew it was that time of year. Jacob and I were running. Not in a way, that would be frightening, but in a way that gave you butterflies.
We always did this.
"Nessie!" He yelled. His husky voice echoed across the woods. The sun was beaming on my face creating a translucent glow on my skin. "Nessie!" He called again.
I didn't have any intention of turning around. I only hoped that my sun dress wasn't ripped wide open. That would probably happen, knowing my luck.
He finally caught up to me and picked me up in his strong arms twirling me around then kissed my lips tenderly. I smiled when he let go, he grinned back and the light reflected off his pearly white teeth.
I didn't want to him to go.
He couldn't….