I think I'm supposed to say I'm sad that I don't own Twilight…so, yeah, sorrowfully, I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer deserves the credit.

Anyway, this is my first fan fic ever, so please bear with me. :P

Oh, and the wedding vow was highly inspired by Dr. Preston Burke's lines in Grey's Anatomy. I thought it was great, so I decided to use it. You can try searching for that particular scene in YouTube, if you like.

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There was a gust of wind and they suddenly arrived. Most of them were in robes, but some simply wore layers of clothing to hide their skin from the sun. Edward gave a tiny smile, more of a nervous twitch at the corners of his mouth than his usual dazzling one.

"Hmm. That was fast," he said coolly. The crowd just stared at him knowingly.

He looked at their faces, and then his gazed flickered at the unusually beautiful bouquets of flowers they brought, placed in casual disarray, as if they were never really meant to be there. The meadow was full of exquisite wildflowers, their beauty plain but very natural, very true to their form. The flowers he was looking at now gave off a different sense of foreboding, like they also knew that something out of the ordinary would occur. He chuckled a bit. Good choice, he said, more to himself than to his companions. He continued pacing. His mind was made up, and this time it was really final.

"Just…give me a minute," he said slowly. The others just nodded patiently.

He opened the tattered paper and read through everything for the last time.

My ever dearest Bella—it commenced—I could promise to hold you and to protect you for as long as you need me. I could promise to love you and cherish you for all eternity. But I won't. Those words are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope...and I do not stand here, on my wedding day, optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic, I am not hopeful, I am sure. I am steady. Everything I am and everything I have is reserved only for you. You are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. I have never relied on anyone before, but on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this: I promise to share with you all of my fears and dreams, everything that I hold near and dear. Know that I lay myself in the palm of your hands, that I promise you, me.

Edward suddenly felt someone next to him. He tensed, but the other vampire just came closer and placed a hand gently on Edward's arm.

"Edward, you don't have to do this, you know."

Edward just leaned on a tree trunk and stared at his own crossed arms.

"No one blames you for Bella's death, you know that. If you could on-"

Edward cut him off immediately with a swift sharpness to his voice. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about that."

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It doesn't end here, okay:) I'm just building up my story. I know it's depressing, my friends actually hate me for this chapter, but I just wanted to write something sad, for a change. :D