~Prologue~
The sound of glass shattering is amazing. In the same instant that something is chaotic it is also beautiful. It confuses me how something so simple is made complex—something whole made into shards, a billion tiny slivers of malice.
I stared into hard, determined, black eyes. I could see nothing else. It was as if a black hole had opened up in my universe. I felt as though my body was being pulled towards the inevitable. A scream was building in my throat, I swallowed hard against it—the sound of it would bring nothing but more fear.
I closed my eyes trying desperately to find my breath, find my rationality, find my courage. I was trying so hard to find something to save me. I felt like fate was laughing at me; I felt as if I was watching life have an emotional breakdown; I felt as though the grim reaper just painful gripped my wrist and breathed in my face.
It wasn't the grim reaper sadly, more frightening—it was an angel.
I could imagine granite shattering in this instant.
The sound more beautiful and heart-breaking than glass because of the impossibility. Something so unpredictable—even in the instant it is happening it can't conceivably be real.
"You know why, Isabella." It wasn't condescending, only stated as if talking to a small child.
Yes. Yes, I did. I wasn't sure why I asked now. Maybe I asked to stall him; maybe in hopes that that one question would bring him to his senses, sending him cursing at himself and the fear he put me through. Originally, this had also seemed like a dream, which was fastly melting into a nightmare. Yes, there were reasons for my decisions then, but now I had ones that stood at odds with those.
"Yes," I answered him hoarsely.
A firm nod was his reply.
Yes, I knew why I had to die.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I do not own anything. This is all something to entertain.
