A/N: I wanted to try a drabble, but it's not exactly one hundred words. Oh well, 124 words is close enough. Anyways, enjoy, and I'll get the next chapter up once I get a review or two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or the lyrics to Bittersweet.
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A bitter thought
I had it all
But I just let it go
Hold
your silence
It's so violent
Since your gone
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He'd had it all, and he let it slip away, or so Marcus thought. He'd sit, never saying a word, and think that he should have been with her.
She had said she felt like something bad would happen soon. He should have listened. The two of them should have left sooner.
And now, he wouldn't talk. He felt that he couldn't, it just didn't seem right. Not when she couldn't.
So he just went on, unable to kill himself, and no one willing to kill him. But nothing was the same. All the colour was gone, as was the joy. All the peace there had been with her abandoned him, like life had abandoned her, and only violence and hate remained.
And nothing matter anymore. Not since Didyme was gone.