Bella decideds she can't live without Edward and has to be with him somehow. Please review. This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. :) ta x
Based on the song Johnny and June.
When your gone, i wanna go too, like Johnny and June.
The storm arrived only minutes after Bella stepped out into the real world. Since Edward had left she spent most of her time in a place far too distant for her to recall. A place where Edward was still present, a place where she was once happy. It now just added salt to her bleeding heart.
Bella's feet sluggishly moved her to the place she was heading. An unknown destination hidden in the depths of her mind. Her hair was wet from the oncoming rain. It was like a sheet of water had just dropped on her, when in reality it was 5 foot steps into the rain.
For it to rain, Bella thought, was just typical. For it to splutter and make graceful falls onto her head was forth seen. It always happened to her. She was unlucky, she guessed. But she thanked her luck, or lack of it therefore, it brought her to Edward. A shining diamond in a pile of mud, the first crisp leaf on an evergreen tree. Her love.
Bella's feet stopped suddenly. Concluding her little journey away from what had been her sanctum these last months. Her now empty eyes lifted from the floor to reveal the meadow. A place of beauty or a place of remorse. Or to her a place to lie for eternity. In peace.
Bella reached into her Jean pocket for the only thing she brought with her. A small pill that contained the medicine she needed to be in peace. She closed her eyes and smelled the sweet air. It was full of floral scents that would make anyone else sneeze. But not Bella.
Placing the pill in her mouth, which she had brought of a drug dealer, she closed her eyes and lay on the wet grass. She didn't mind though. She just wanted peace, and she would find it grew hard for her to breathe, it felt as if someone was standing on her fragile chest. Her heart slowed from a gallop to a soft bonce against her ribs. As if it could sense her departing, the rain too slowed to a drizzle. It was as if god was signalling that he was ready for Bella. That Edward was ready for Bella.
Bella's senses died. She could no longer, feel the wet grass blades beneath her gentle finger tips, nor smell the floral smells that had invaded her earlier. She was numb. But she could still see. She willed herself to see what .To see was not there the hand holding hers amongst the frail ground. To see the pale lips mime I love you to her one last time. To feel loved once more.
Bella's heart stopped. Her life ended in the meadow, where it truly began.
A sea of people dressed in black cried over her as she was placed into the welcoming soil. Even though they all knew this was what she wanted they couldn't come to grips with the fact that Bella was now gone.
Everyone wore black. A sign of sadness for the young adult now buried in Forks soil. All except one. In the midst of the people , a large tanned man wore all brown. His hair in a ponytail and understanding in his eyes. He understood their pain, but yet he understood she was where she was meant to be.
Later that day when people asked him why brown, his answer was the simplest out there. "It was her favourite". He knew her like nobody else did. He knew Bella.
After the wake the man jumped into his new Cadillac and headed for La Push. Johnny and June blasting on the radio. He smiled as tears rolled down his face. Later his father asked why the tears, he answered "it was her favourite".
Etched above his heart in the permanent ink of a tattoo artist Bella remained forever. In the simple words of "It was her favourite."