LS7: I decided to write a new fic… Yeah I understand I have a lot more to finish but hey!
This will be my second Twilight fic but unlike the first one, this is completely my idea… I'm not a HUGE fan of Twilight but I find myself feeling emotional towards Rosalie Cullen… I really do feel for her. So this will be a one-shot about Rosalie.
Disclaimer: Don't want to own it…
I am unmoving… Never dying yet not living…
What am I?
I sit in the trees next to my home. Away from the laughter of my family. Away from her and her stupid, naïve choice to become one of us. One of them.
But for what?
But for whom?
For her beloved prince…
The somber and melancholic air surrounds me as I gazed with sad amber eyes out towards the mountain range that is covered with a misty fog. The view is beautiful, yet how I longed in vain to be like the mountains who age with time. Erosion is their greatest friend…
Fate is my greatest adversary…
I will forever be unchanged, unmoved by time itself. For time will go on in its cruelty and leave me behind. I will never enjoy birthdays… I can't ever know or shared the meaning of growing old together. For I never will die with the one I love… Motherhood will never touch me with its warm and lovely embrace.
I remember a time when I was young and naïve… A time when I too had a choice.
No more…
My beauty is both a gift and a curse. But don't think me to be of vanity. For I just want to know what's it like to have all of that beauty taken away due to the master of time.
It was not my choice to die…
It was not my choice to feel love's cold slap…
It was not my choice to become what I am….
No… unlike her, I will never have those kinds of choices… If she does become like us, I know in my undying heart, that regret will not touch her. I know because it has touched me…
Like a beautiful rose grasped by Ophelia… only to die by it's thorns given to her by Hamlet, I was fooled into believing in happily ever after. Happiness is the rose and sadness and melancholy is its thorns…
What am I?
I was the rose, a beauty to all… but fate was my thorn in my side, leaving me to bleed red rubies and to only become a empty shell of what I used to be and what I am now…
A corpse who never dies…
I continue to gaze out at the mountains and then towards the trees. A breeze suddenly enters my melancholy temple and I welcome the air. It's the only comfort that has entered but doesn't last as all things must come to it's untimely conclusion. Just like me.
So many regrets… so many I have…
No child of my own…
No true happiness…
No nothing…
Like I said to myself time and time again… I am the girl with no choices, I am the vampire with no soul, I am the irony that casts a glow as radiant as the sun…
I lifted myself up and stand on the branch of the tree, my golden hair out of its ponytail and framing by neck upon movement; my amber eyes grow more somber then before as I find my voice. Not the same arrogance, envy, and pity it holds for her, but a more innocence tone I thought I lost comes out as I say out loud to myself with only mother nature as my witness:
I am and forever will be… forever still…
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