The first time I had laid eyes on the meadow it was a world of its own, bright and vibrant. Every kind of flower imaginable bloomed and breathed and flourished, granted I had a lousy imagination. The bees buzzed; the butterflies fluttered; the birds chirps. It was the very picture of paradise. But now, now as though it were a mirror of my own soul, the once beautiful Eden and crumbled, died, rotted away. There were no flowers, only brown dying grass, matted and crunchy. As if to mock me one lone songbird cried out a mournful song from the tree line. This had been the place where dreams came to reality, where even the darkest of thoughts could be forgotten, if only for a little while, and one could fade away into eternal bliss. It was my Garden of Eden, my fountain of youth. It was meant to mend the wounds and heal the scars, but this barren, desolate wasteland did nothing to help my desperate heart. It too had died without him.
I slowly meandered out towards the center looking from sky to earth and back again, as if searching for some sign of life, of hope. Surely there was something here, something left. He had taken every bit of himself with him, everything that might offer some memory, as though removing the pictures and gifts could ever make me think less of him. I stopped there in the middle of it all and closed my eyes to just take in the misery, typical. Story of my life. Just when I need something most it up and disappears. Up and leaves. Up and says, "Hey I don't love you anymore, bye!"
"Oh God." I quietly stammered out, "What is wrong with me."
Suddenly my right leg gave way under me and I collapsed to the ground it a disgruntled heap. Oh great, I'd just tripped on absolutely nothing whilst standing absolutely still, just perfect. I guess I need to rest for a minute anyway, seeing how I was in no shape to make the long trek back to my truck just yet. Closing my eyes I lay back on the dead twigs, bracken, and dirt, remembering longingly of the soft clover and grasses which had padded my back the last time I laid there. Closing my eyes once more I couldn't help but see their faces like I always did. Alice smiled down at me, but then frowned slightly at my jeans, oversized coat, and tangled windblown hair, while she looked perfect as always in one of a kind designer clothes which she made look as comfortable as pjs but would be tight and pinching on anyone else in the world. Well, except maybe Rosalie, looking down at me with contempt as per usual, her gorgeous blond hair perfectly arranged atop a devilishly angelic face. Emmett grinned beside her, probably ready to play ball or start a fight, whichever he could get someone to do with him. Jasper was quiet and calculating as always. He'd not always been comfortable around me given by warm human blood, but I certainly didn't blame him for what had happened, since it was really just stupid old clumsy me grabbing the business end of a knife. Carlisle and Esme were always next to each other, looking down at me and all their family, always the perfect couple and parents. I stopped myself there. I couldn't allow myself to go any farther.
Something was wrong. It was silent. The bird had stopped its eerie song. The meadow was now completely still.
"Hello there my dear Bella"