Alone.
When I was seventeen, I met the love of my life.
He was everything I could've wanted.
He was everything I needed.
He was the opposite of me.
We were chalk and cheese, but it worked.
For a while, at least.
He would make me laugh, just to see my smile.
He would hold me tight, just to feel me close.
And he would bring me my favourite flowers, just because. . . .
He was my everything, until . . . he wasn't.
It was Carlisle who broke the news to me, he gave me the letter that ended it all.
I was broken beyond repair.
And just a few months later, my heart would shatter even further.
A/n. . .sending a million hugs your way, sweeties :) Jada x