Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. There are some things in this world that we can't have I'm afraid.
"Embry? Embry?" I cried, running through the woods, my cheeks tear-stained and my eyes a blotchy red. "Embry?" I screamed.
I saw a figure walking towards me. "Embry," I cried with relief, but stopped when I realised this person wasn't my Embry. It was Sam.
"You're not my Embry."
Sam nodded.
"Where's Embry?" I asked. Why hadn't he met me here like he said he would, when the fight was over? He couldn't have forgotten. I mean, there was no reason, no reason at all for him not to be here. Unless...
Sam only stared at me, an unfathomable expression in his eyes.
"Where is Embry?" I repeated. "Sam?"
And then Sam spoke the words I had hoped I would never have to hear.
"Embry's dead."
My brain didn't process the words. It was stuck on a loop, not understanding.
"What?" I already knew though.
"Lizzie, he's dead." I stared at him, refusing to let the words soak in.
"Lizzie, he's not coming back. He's gone."
It hit me. I froze, and all I could hear was the ragged sound of my breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
"Lizzie?. You have to - "
But before I could hear the rest of the sentence, I was running away. Away from the memories, away from the one who told me this nightmare. Away. I didn't want to face it. I didn't want to believe it. I ran as far as I could go before I was out of breath and sat at a tree.
It couldn't be true. Embry couldn't be...dead. He couldn't. It wasn't possible. My conversation with Sam kept playing over in my head, like a broken record, but in the wrong order.
"He's gone. Embry's dead."
"You're not my Embry. Where's Embry?"
"He's gone."
"What?"
"He's dead Lizzie."
I was rocking back and forth in a fetal position, tears streaming down my face, my hair a clump of leaves, a result of the strong wind. I could barely feel it. Because there was one sentence that replayed in my head, over and over again.
"He's not coming back."
I screamed.
"Lizzie?"
A/N: Until next time...