I have had this entire story written out in my head for a good 3 years and decided maybe someone else would want to hear it. I am a huge Rosalie and Emmett shipper and honestly, they make the entire series for me. This story is basically going to begin with Rosalie's transformation and adapting to vampire life and then her meeting Emmett and how their relationship that we know in the books comes to be. I kept this first preface short just to see if anyone actually likes it before I continue! Also, you'll notice the title of the story is a quote we hear from Edward in Midnight Sun and I disagree totally with this quote and I think Emmett thinks she is worth it and this story is kind of going to prove Edward's quote wrong. Enjoy!
TW: This chapter implies violence and sexual assault, but it is not directly written out
-Preface-
April 1933-Rosalie's POV
Death isn't like you read about in the books, it is not peaceful and comforting; it's agonizing and slow torture. As I lay in the street and feel the frigid air sweep across my limps, I pray. I just pray it will end. My family isn't exceptionally religious, but my parents encourage that we attend Sunday services and say our prayers. Right now, I don't care where I go or what's coming next, I just want now to be tucked away in the deepest and darkest corners and never be thought of again. The pain is numbing. I can feel it, oh I can definitely feel it, but it's almost like I am disconnected from my body. I feel like I'm floating away and physically, my eyes are fighting to stay open, but I can feel myself slipping out of consciousness and I am grateful.
For a split second, I forget. And then, just as fast as the blissful memory loss comes, it is gone. Royce King; A name I have worshipped for so many months is the last name I ever want to think of again and yet, it sits right at the forefront of my mind. I feel so many emotions that I don't even understand. And questions keep popping into my mind that I just don't have answers to. He was supposed to love me and protect me. Why didn't he? Did I do something to deserve this? I guess it is my fault because I didn't phone my father to bring me home. Or maybe, I deserve it because I'm beautiful, not average like Vera. I've also been far too selfish. I have only been worrying about myself. My wedding. My fiancé. My future home and children. I should've been concerned with my parents and those around me struggling to find work and feed their families. What if this didn't happen and I did marry Royce? I shudder as I consider that the alternative wouldn't be nearly as perfect and loving as I had been dreaming. It doesn't matter anymore, what's done is done and fortunately, I won't be around much longer to wonder what I could've done differently.
Suddenly I feel cold hands gently tugging at me and hear a man sighing in frustration. "It's going to be ok sweetie; I am going to take you home and help you". I know that voice; Dr. Cullen. He is even more stunning up close, even seeing him through my blurred vision and dried-up tears. I don't want help. Let me die, please, I think silently to myself. Suddenly, he picks me up into his arms and I feel like I am flying. Finally, I can die and this can just be over.