A/N: A product of Writer's Block. Set during New Moon. R&R Please!
Their Making and Downfall-
It had started with a leap.
As the phrase had always gone, you are just a hop, skip, and jump away.
That's exactly where Bella Swan was at the moment.
Staring down into the murky water about a mile below her, where the waves crashed against the rocks and the sea could never remain still, she knew that this was where her fate would lie. This was her destiny, since her reason for living had been taken away from her.
Yes, Bella Swan was exactly where she wanted to be.
Just a hop, skip, and jump away from her destiny.
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It had all started with a leap.
As the phrase had always gone, you are just a hop, skip, and jump away.
This was just the hop.
Alice Cullen was currently staring at the pair of six-month-old shoes in her hand and wondering absent-mindedly why she hadn't bought another pair, before sighing and placing them back in the box.
The answer was simple. She just wasn't in the mood to shop.
She shook her head despondently before a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her waist, engulfing her in a loving embrace. Alice leaned into her husband, trying to forget why she wasn't in the mood to shop, when everything around her faded away and she was no longer standing in her closet.
Alice watched as her best friend whispered a final goodbye to her life before leaping off of the cliff and into the murky waters below.
Back in the present, she could hear her husband screaming her name, calling her back into reality.
Yet nothing could shake off the horror of the future.
Alice Cullen sobs in her husband's arms and manages to choke out one word.
"Bella."
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It had all started with a leap.
As the phrase had always gone, you are just a hop, skip, and jump away.
This was the skip.
Rosalie Hale sat before her mirror, attempting to admire her ethereal beauty.
However, Rosalie's heart just wasn't in it today.
Angered, she throws her brush at the wall, causing a small hole, and storms out of her room to find her husband. As she passes Alice's room she hears the whispers of a vision and a smile spreads across her face.
Rosalie Hale whips out her cell phone and scrolls through her contacts.
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It had all started with a leap.
As the phrase had always gone, you are just a hop, skip, and jump away.
This was the jump.
Edward Cullen was sitting inside of an attic somewhere in South America, curled up in a ball and waiting for death.
He had left and now his angel had moved on. All because of those four words.
"You. Don't. Want. Me."
How he wished he could take back every lie that he had told her. The blackest of blasphemy to denounce his love for her. He was brought from his self-loathing with the ring of his phone. Hesitantly, he answered and addressed his sister.
Then-
His world fell.
Edward Cullen gathered up the last amount of strength he had left and booked a flight.