This is the first time I'm ever posting a fanfic at this place, so please be gentle with me! I'd love to hear your thoughts, though. This is extremely short and possibly filled with way too much angst.
I apologize if there's any incorrect grammar or any other major spelling errors.
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Cold waves
As tempting as being an immortal might sound to you, it's nothing like what they make it out to be. The thing about never dying is that you tend to stop living at the same time. People usually leave that out.
The wind hit me with such force that any human would've fallen off the bridge I was standing on, within seconds. I wouldn't. The only way for me to fall off this bridge was if I decided to take the leap. Or possibly, if someone as strong as me just happened to feel like pushing me into the deep ice cold ocean beneath me. In any case, I wouldn't feel any pain. Not one bit. Falling into this zero degrees-water would most likely feel as pleasant to me as diving into a swimming pool would feel to any normal person.
Whether or not I would get hurt from falling off of this twenty feet high bridge, I enjoyed toying with the idea that I would be. As absurd as it might sound, being able to take your own life was one of the many things I envied humans for. I could not see any reason why they had that option whereas us immortals, who spend their existence either tormented or killing off people, did not. Did we not deserve the right to decide between life or death? Or in this case – existence or non-existence.
Perhaps it is just me as my father said. When I let Carlisle know how I felt, he simply told me to try and accept the ways things are and make the best of it. It's easy for him to say so, he's found his reason, his light at the end of the tunnel. He found Esme.
I could hear the vehicles driving behind me. All of them going far too fast to even notice me. It's not that I wanted their attention, quite the opposite, I simply wondered why they always seemed to be in such a hurry. Perhaps that's the difference between mortals and beings like myself – their days are limited while ours aren't. And even so, none of us are ever content with the way things are. Humans seems to want more time while I want less. Maybe none of us will ever be fully satisfied with our existence. Maybe that's the whole point.
I let my right foot slide of the edge, followed by my left one. I let the air be in control of my dead body for a moment before it left me in the hands of the cold waves.