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Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by the insanely wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
I stood there, in the black. I'm not sure how long it was, but it felt like decades. I could not hear. I could not feel.
Is this what my mother felt before...?
I was utterly alone. And in hindsight, I'm thankful for that. I couldn't bear it if he suffered with me.
I wondered what would be next. Would the flames consume me and I would cease to exist? Would the death that I had cheated for so long finally consume me?
Or, like Carlise had said, would God show some sort of mercy upon me?
I couldn't answer any of these things. All I knew was that I didn't want to be in a state lacking him.
As the blackness started to fade, I felt I was being swept away by another form of torture. As the fire started to seep into my being, my lips softly formed one word.
"Garrett."
Anything else was drowned out by my screams.
