Through the shattered looking glass.

Prelude:

It all started with a drop of blood.

A single drop, so thick with implications that it lost all, if any, appeal to me. This was only the beginning. As my perfect fairytale world of myth and legend crumbled around me I stood back and watched it burn. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

Why love if loosing hurts so much? My mother once told me we loved so we'd know we weren't alone. I never truly understood this until I was alone. It also took me that long to realise the difference between true, unconditional love and accentuated physical lust. Maybe if I had the wisdom and insight I have now I could've prevented the tragedy that unmercifully haunts my unconscious mind. I would never know. But what I did know was that the people I loved were dead and it was entirely my fault.

A/n: This story is from Nessie's POV. I own none of the recognisable characters. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all its affiliates. Just to let you know, as this is not technically a chapter it is extremely short and my chapters should be much longer.

Love from theoneandonlysushibean

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