Reflections in the Emerald

by Hylindril

New Moon AU. It's been years since Edward abandoned Bella but the past never dies. "I didn't know, I couldn't have known; I would have given you everything," Edward whispered after his family was torn apart. "I would have loved you, I would love you now."

1. Preface

Preface

(Edward's Point of View)

"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream."

The sinister malady of the tune frolicked through my mind like a Reaper through a graveyard, embellishing me in its dark charm. A great fracture ruptured throughout our bonds, severing, and isolating us into factions. The plague washed over us like acid rain, dissolving, and scattering us to the four winds.

His song was twisted, and so was his bell like voice, cracking the eggshell and revealing it to be hollow. Petrified, his cherubic visage knotted me into the muddy soil, stiffening my frame. The melody crept through my every fiber; fluids, entrails, and bone marrow were casually invaded.

A silvered mist circled above me, sneaking and drifting to the tempo of the corrupted nursery rhyme. It was smothering me, suffocating me between the reigns of love and hate.

Yet, despite the scorn, I would transform my life into a shield; broad and bronze. I'd turn my very soul into a strict blade, and dip its alloy in my venom. Risking life, family, and limb I would foster light to him, and deliver carnage to any who'd dare harm a single hair on top of his exalted head.

And still, he hum's the distorting lullaby. An evil sneer pulled up his lips on his marble face, nefarious and rotten, and a morose portrait stretched through my antique mind.

We were divided, we were conquered, and we were… nothing. And all my sanity conjured, from within the bane of reasoning, were her warm chocolate brown eyes.

With this mourning in my little heart of glass, my thoughts could only whisper to the gleaming stars, "Bella, I've wronged you."

Yet my revelation is too late, and he who walks behind our sight, is worth more than a soul mate. As I lie succumbing to this sorrow, he stands above me, plotting his tomorrow.

"Nevermore", the raven cries, while I rest beneath the wings of bleeding hearts, and can no longer see the cerulean skies.

And in his velvet voice he spoke, my final rites, "Flew into my cage, you stupid canary."