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Chapter 1
I sat in my room, sobbing, and pondering about Edward's sudden, unexpected departure. Why did he leave me? What had I ever done to him? I thought he loved me. But, he just got up and walked away. I knew that he was doing it for my safety, but it still hurt. It hurt a lot. It hurt like a piercing knife, piercing into my heart like an icy dagger. I just wanted it all to stop. My pain was impossible to bear. It was like my heart had been ripped out, stomped on, and eaten by a giant wolf. I could feel its piercing claws on my breast, ripping through my flesh and making my blood go all over the wooden floor. The extent of my pain was totally inconcievable, like the pale gleam of Edward's eight-pack abs under the pale moonlight.
As I got out of bed, opened my door, and headed downstairs to the kitchen, I saw a photo on the wall. It was of just me, but there was a place, next to my arm, where Edward used to be. He had vanished out of my life, completely dissapeared, even out of our pictures. Only my memories of him remained. I began to cry glissening tears, just like the glimmer of Edward's chest in the brilliant sunlight.
When I got to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and pulled out an apple. It was red, the exact same color as Edward's perfect lips. I froze for a minute, and then made split second decision. Next thing I knew I was making out with the apple. I couldn't help it, it's rosiness reminded me too much of him. While pressing my lips against the cold, hard surface of the apple, I could almost imagine that the apple's round smoothness was transformed, into the soft conture of Edward's lips. Just thinking about how I might never see him again made me burst into a fresh wave of lipid tears once more.
After a solid thirty seconds of making out with the crispy, plump, sweet apple, I put it back into the fridge, because I couldn't bear to eat anything that reminded me of my beloved. Having lost one breakfast option, I turned to the cupboard to apraise my other options. I opened the cupboard, to find that there was a box of my dad's favorite cereal, Count Chocula, staring me in the face from the top shelf. I thought about how Edward always hated it, because of how racist towards vampires it was. Overcome with despair at this remindal of Edward's dissapearence, I collapsed on the floor and began to sob once more.
As I slipped deeper into my puddle of despair, I was filled with a vision of Edward's handsome features, twisted in disgust at the awful racism that the box had. He had come across it one morning, after having spent the night watching me in my bed, and gotten furious because that wasn't what vampires were really like. It made me even more depressed to think about how Edward used to feel. I closed the cupboard and, having given up on the idea of breakfast, dragged my feet back upstairs and into my room.
AN: END OF CHAPTER 1
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