A.N. - This is a poem of how Alice feels during New Moon, right after Edward leaves, up until Bella prepares to jump off the cliff. (Reviews not necessary)
Time Drags On
A poem by Alice Cullen
It kills me.
That makes twice now.
To see Edward hurt.
He cannot live.
He cannot interact.
He can barely survive.
His singer, everything,
love, soul, has been taken from him.
Of his own accord.
It's a wound that cannot close.
Now as we see,
or, rather, I see
his everything
ready to end it all.
End all chances of reconciliation.
He is ready to go over the edge.
Without reason to live,
one cannot.