The Twilight Twenty-Five, Round 2
Prompt: Apathy
Pen name: SubtlePen
Pairing: Esme Evenson
Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, or any of the characters created by Stephenie Meyer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.



APATHY

I buried my child, my heart, in the cold earth. Promise of new life, hopes for happiness, marriage, dreams, all lost. My body still felt the labors of childbirth, still produced nourishment, but my empty arms ached. My soul was a black void. Everything… wife, mother… was meaningless. I was not a wife, without a husband. I was not a mother, without a child. What was I, but a hollow shell?

I stood, perched on the highest bluff, rocks and riverbank below, staring at the cloudless sky. I didn't breathe, I didn't blink. I merely stepped forward into the emptiness.