She longs for the wind's biting chill, for the slick shiver of ice across her skin. She wishes for the searing heat of flames licking at her fingertips, for the pulsating warmth of sunlight on her back.
But she can't feel cold anymore, and she can't feel heat.
Can't feel anything.
She can't feel the rage rolling through her in hot waves, can't savor the dark rush of fury and prickling indignity of shame. She can't let the glacier of hate expand to fill her, can't enjoy the icy tingle of indifference in her fingertips.
The arctic wind whips at her hair, pulling the auburn strands flush against her alabaster skin.
The ice cube slides down her pale arm, leaving a trail of glimmering water in its wake.
Her snow-white fingers graze the orange edges of the flame; it parts around them, knowing she won't burn.
Glowing shafts of sunlight stain her ivory spine palest amber, bouncing off with a subtle shimmer.
None of it matters anymore. Nothing does.
Well, I promised you oneshots, so here you go. It's woefully short, but when I wrote it during gym class this morning it seemed a lot longer. Anyway... Just more depressing, post-vampire Bella lamenting her regrets. -shrug-
Disclaimer: Given the amount of ranting I do about how much I hate the series, do you really think I own it?