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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of Stephenie Meyer's characters only my OC and any other character OC I create.
Midnight Crusade
Prologue
Many people would say that they haven't given much thought to how they would die whether it would be a heroic act of for the person they loved and would therefore die for. I on the other hand have always subconsciously known that my time would come one way or another sooner than expected, it was an inevitability and painstakingly not for the 'greater good' as some would put it. What killed me was none other then what most would define me by, something that coursed through my very veins. Lupus.
Death looked like a good option when I was withering in pain on my death bed. I'd never comprehended that there could have been a fiercer form of pain than that of my last moments not even the vampire venom that ran like wildfire throughout the whole of my body in my last three days of my humanity until it reached my core...my heart.
I still believe that there is no human or supernatural force that would cause this much pain. This pain is something we all experience a pain so great it cannot be avoided even if we try so at all costs. It is or weakness, what allows us to go to bed every night and wake up on those cold mornings, it's the very reason our hearts exist to love and be loved and sometimes shatter our very soul...love is to blame. Before this I had never loved in my life so fiercely for someone who didn't possess the same blood as me.
Many would be wondering why, isn't love some invisible force whom we all experience in different ways that completes our fulfilments? To them I say hell no! To love we must make sacrifices, die a million deaths (metaphorically speaking in most cases).
It becomes our weakness, keeps us at our most vulnerable state, fills us with hope and then takes it away. It becomes your only reason to live, to breathe. You accept whatever mistakes they make, their faults, even if it means turning a blind eye to others you care for.
This and a million other things are what makes love hurt. Once you've loved your will to go back to giving them your entire self with everything that you acquire at any cost leaves you. Once you've loved you cannot live without it. This is what makes up this insufferable pain that you cannot escape. Love is pain and the fear of pain is the fear of living.
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