-Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, nor do I claim to be.
Preface.
Peace.
As opposed to many instances prior to the event that would take place in mere moments, I felt peace. The light from the burning sun shined a few feet away from me, the fate of my life with it. In any other case, I wouldn't have thought a thing about what I was about to do. This was different. It was almost sad, really, that this was the way my long life had had to end. It seemed, though, I hadn't really lived, not until I'd met her. A smile crept across my face as I thought about her. It didn't hurt to think about her, didn't feel like a knife to my chest as I remembered our last moments together. She was my life, my death. The sunlight was the last thing I saw before my feet carried me forward to the light, to my death.
A|N:
Tell me if you like it. I had a spark of inspiration -- most probably wont be as good as the paragraph above.
Any criticism is good criticism.
R|R.