This is a new story I thought up today. I would love it if I could get a couple reviews to see what you guys think and if I should continue.

I don't own any of the characters in Twilight, though I do wish I owned Edward and Emmett.

I could feel the water slowly filling the car, the icy liquid covering my feet. I was willing the water to drain back out, impossible as it seemed. I knew I should be fighting, doing anything I could to try and get out of the slowly sinking vehicle, but I knew realistically there wasn't much I could do. The windows didn't crack on impact, which was unfortunate considering I had nothing to break them with. I reached down, not making much movement so the car wouldn't sink faster than the rate it was currently going, and tried the door handle. Much to my dismay, it wouldn't budge. That was the last possibility; I was trapped. I was going to die, but I couldn't bring myself to care as much as I should have. Wasn't this what I wishing for in the time that Edward has been gone? I had tried so hard not to think about him, but now that I was so close to death, it was all that I could do. I wondered where he was at the moment, wondered if he was happy. He had to know that I loved him unconditionally and without regret. His departure left me empty, devoid of everything but that love that would never fade. The water now reached my calves and my resolve to stay still and calm grew even stronger. I wanted my death to come as peacefully as possible. Again my thoughts traveled to the Cullen family. Would Alice see this happening, or would she ignore any vision pertaining to me? If she did see it, I hoped she would tell Edward, but I knew that I was just giving myself false hope. I couldn't let myself linger on the slightest chance of survival, so I made myself think of my dad. Poor Charlie, I think my death will hit him the hardest. He was so used to having me around, cooking dinner and watching the ball games with him, and now he was going to be alone again. A wave of sadness washed over me, thinking about how much closer I had gotten to Charlie since I moved to Forks. All I could do was hope that he would be okay, and that his friends would help him get through it. I knew my mom would be devastated over the loss, but Phil was there with her, and she had all the memories from my childhood. I shivered as the cold reached my bones, the water enveloping my thighs and waist. I looked out the window, which still hadn't shattered, at the water surrounding me, and I gave up any shred of hope I had. My head fell back against the head rest, and I admitted defeat. Mike was going to be pissed I crashed his car, but he would get over it. And I hoped Charlie would give my truck back to Billy, so it could get some get use; I loved that truck. Every time I thought about another person that I would never see again, my heart shattered a little more, not for their loss, but for mine. The water was now up to my chest, freezing my insides. Within minutes, it would fill up the whole of the car, leaving me no space for air and allow me to breathe. The realization that death meant no life with Edward hit me like a hammer to the chest. I hadn't accepted his departure, but now he would have to accept mine. I would never get to hold his ice cold body, or kiss his beautiful lips, or stare into his liquid gold eyes. I wouldn't get to lounge around for hours, read a book, listen to music; all the things that seem insignificant until you are this close to death. As the water passed over my neck and into my eyes, I held them shut tightly, resolved to the fact that this would be the death of me. My last thoughts before the breath in my lungs ceased to exist were "please be happy Edward, I love you." Before complete loss of consciousness, I had the strange sensation of being pushed up against a wall, but it must have been a hallucination due to the loss of oxygen. I faded into black, Edward's face the last thing on my mind.