I wrote this last year I think. I was looking through my old notebooks and found this, which I wrote after reading Eclipse. I always found Rosalie fascinating, and always wondered if maybe they were meant to be vampires, because there lives wouldn't have been complete if they were human. I loved how each of them had a story, and someday I want to write about how Rosalies life would of been. Same with Alice's, mostly because she was insane, which makes it all the more fun. I am currently working on writing a new chapter but I have been doing homework and have been reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (again) for a school book talk thingy... along with other homework. I also, weirdly enough, do have a life. So as much as I would LOVE to just write all of the time, I can't :( . Sooo... yeah..
Enjoy and Review (please).
I DO NOT OWN THIS. STEPHENIE MEYER DOES. IF I DID OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA, IT WOULD ALSO MEAN I WOULD OWN THE HOST AS WELL... WHICH WOULD BE FUCKING AWESOME! I LOVE THE HOST, AND I REALLY DO HOPE THAT THERE IS A SEQUEL.
How you used to adore me,
and shower me in love.
When we used to have more,
than quick public hugs.
Darling?
Honey?
Do those names mean anything?
Did they ever mean anything?
Do you even remember my name.
It's Rosalie.
Your wife.
Mother of our children.
Royce! How I adored you,
but never loved.
Even though I thought I did,
when I was very young.
You lusted after my looks,
I just wanted my happily ever after.
But looks fade,
So you just found a new blonde.
My precious little children,
who are my only love.
Out on their own,
Calling a new place home.
I always feel like I don't belong.
As if I didn't sleepover at Veras,
something would of went wrong.
And life as I knew it would of changed.
Royce is never home,
always "working" late.
I notice though when he comes home,
He looks like he was doing something else.
Years pass forward as it should,
but it just feels wrong.
I am old and gray,
just about to pass away.
In the hospital I lie,
just waiting for the time.
I here that a baby has been born,
his name is Emmett.
Right before I breath my last breath.
I ring in the nurse.
I tell her to warn the mother,
to tell the child to stay out of the woods.