This is Halo, & this is one I made, all by myself. Thank you for clicking! :)
The whole world had fallen around us. Noisy kids were gone. Broken hearts, petty dramas, and coy glances were all gone in the blink of an eye. High school. At our usual table. Like nothing was wrong. It was us, only us. And even though I felt like a tiny moth drawn to a lighted window, I couldn't seem to find my way in. The glass had seperated us, making ourselves vulerable. This was the onley thing that had kept me, and kept him along. This was it, maybe are lives would take a turn, but I didn't think so. Edward and I were climbing out on a limb, and we were both unsure if it would support us.
His eyes were locked on mine, their usual warm butterscotch was replaced by a unsubtle red- the kind of red that you know someone's blood had been spilled. The kind that made you think twice about sleeping, and made you hunt for the monsters under your bed as a child. Yes, his eyes were that color red.
That red stared me through, and I was alomst sure it could see the pulse of my heart through the milimeter thin skin that protected it from things like him. The kind of thing that was suppesed to keep me away, and I could admit that I was revolted by those eyes. And I was sure that if I had ever seen those red eyes again, I would have ran to the Voulturi, willingly.
Of course, by now, you must have realized that Edward was the one with the revolting red eyes. You may have also realized that what he would have had to do to get those eyes. If you haven't, you know now, don't you?
Yes, Edward had drank. But not mine, never mine. No, some twenty-three year-old woman from northern Califorinia, who had gone on a walk, and found Edward and Esme hunting.
Edward had promised me that it was quick and painless, and the woman hadn't felt a thing, yet I cried. He had told me that she had not even had time to register what had been happening, and her mind hadn't even comprended what was happening. So, I supose I really now now how affected Edward could be. Emmett, who had broke it to me first, told me that Edward had placed her in her room, and laid her in her bed, and had tucked her in. The thoughts that had entered my head at that moment were, tender, gentle, sweet. Now, that I realized they were more like selfish, concited, and stupid, I didn't think Edward and I could have ever been.
He's dead.
That's why his skin is so cold, and hard. He was dead. All these years, I had been kissing and loving a dead person.
Rotting.
Help me.