A.N.: Wow. I'm writing a story. That's just so... strange. xD;
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Soar
Prologue ( Bella POV )
"Take care of yourself," He breathed, cool against my skin.
There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.
He was gone.
I felt my knees giving way and I stared after him.
He doesn't want me.
The thought ran through my head over and over. I wanted to cry, wanted so badly to wash away the pain and longing, but the tears wouldn't come. I didn't know how I felt, or rather, how I was supposed to feel. No, standing there, all I felt was the numbness that washed over me in waves, tearing into my heart and threatening to swallow me whole.
I just stood there, stupidly, for an indefinite amount of time. Night had come. The grey, oppressing clouds hung low in the bits of sky I could see from under the trees. There was a dense mist that completed the melancholy scene quite nicely. I could hear car tires splashing the ever-present puddles of water on the road somewhere outside of the forest. I wanted to run to those cars and their drivers and scream my accusations at them. Why were they carrying on as if nothing had happened? Who were they to continue on with their lives while mine was gone, carried away by the immortal being who didn't need someone as insignificant as me?
Then I found the part of my sub-science, the side that never looked at the bright side of things, laughing at me. Of course he doesn't want you. You're only human. Someone like that should go on to bigger and better things, don't you agree? You knew this was going to happen some time. Why are you surprised?
Suddenly, I tore myself away from where he stood, seemingly seconds ago. My body moved by itself, as if it sensed that I was going to break into pieces at any moment if I just stood there.
I ran.
I ran from the house, into the dark forest.
I ran from my feelings; the sorrow, the pain and, most of all, the desire to reach, to chase after him, yelling and screaming for him to come back.
I ran.
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I don't know how I ended up on the cold, hard ground of a clearing in the forest. I remember a pain in my ankle, which was throbbing now. I could feel a warm liquid creeping down my foot, I was bleeding. I must've tripped at some point. The tears that were so stubborn before flowed freely now. I knew my sobs were loud, but I had no strength, or desire, to quiet them. I was probably too far in the forest for anyone to hear, anyhow. The fear of not being able to find my way home crossed my mind vaguely, but I was too numb to care.
I just lay there, for who knows how long.
Then, there was a rustle in the leaves. I turned to the direction it came from. The sound had stopped.
Suddenly, a dark figure leapt from the darkness. His face now an inch from mine, his mount upturned into a menacing grin, giving me a clear view of his razor sharp teeth. His eyes, glowing blood red against the black of the forest behind him.