Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.
I kept running. I knew not for how long. My mind was numb, my thoughts a blur
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The pain was unyielding. Slowly the fire burned its way through my veins. Every inch of my body was in greater pain than the next, and it only seemed to get worse.
I had realized I was alone when the weight on my body left me.
Now, I was no longer alone. Hidden deep in the pain I heard gentle, calming voices. Stone cold hands gripped my face in attempts to sooth.
All I wanted was the comfort these beings were trying to give, but pain consumed my existence. It was my master and I could respond to nothing else.
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I stopped when I hit water. I did all I could, as I watched the waves crash dangerously into the rocks below me, to keep my rage from taking control.
What have I done?
Memories of my existence with her flashed before my eyes, as the sound of wave on rock became my melody of pain.
Everything she had given up. All the things she was denied so that I could be selfish and have my way.
She was selfless. In life she always did all for anyone. She was incapable of thinking of herself. Even in her death she granted me the one thing I desired above all, although I had never wanted to take it.
And how I repaid her? I was vile. I caused her to suffer and she gave me ecstasy.
I knew I deserved the mental agony I was going through now.
I felt what I did was most horrid and wrong, yet parts of me reveled in how much it felt right. I yearned to have the ability to undo my mistake and have my sweet love back in my arms, yet part of me felt the satisfaction and utter joy in her death.
The battle that raged in the confines of my mind continued as waves broke on the rocky shore and memories played before my eyes.
