"Goodbye, Bella." he said in the same quiet, peaceful voice.
"Wait!" I choked on the word, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry me forward.
"Take care of yourself." he breathed, cool against my skin.
There was a light, unnatural breeze.
He was gone.
(Stephenie Meyer, New Moon, pg. 73)
Tears streamed down my face. They were gone. He was gone.
Love, life, meaning…over.
I started walking in the direction that he went. "Edward, Edward." I moaned. I felt like I was travelling in a circle, but I kept going. It was getting darker and darker.
I tripped over something. A log? But I didn't care. I stayed down.
It started raining.
There was a rustle. I sat up to see who it was.
I gasped.
"Were you expecting me?" She asked, her wild, orange curls in her black, thirsty eyes.
Victoria.
"N-n-o." I said, my teeth clattering.
She leaned in closer to my neck.
I screamed.
"Enjoy." That was the last thing I heard before the fire overcome me.