It would be a lie to say I've never thought of dying. I've always feared the emptiness, the echoes of my own life floating in nothingness.
For me dying alone was preferable, I wasn't anyone worth missing and I couldn't stomach the idea of leaving someone alone.
I guess I failed at that.
Amused eyes stared at me from across the room. Even breathing was difficult, every nerve of my body was on edge.
I fought against the urge to run, to cry, to scream. I made this choice, I had to be a man and face it. Even if it means this is the end.
I miss Charlie... I miss my room, and believe it or not, I even miss Forks. When faced with death, you can't help but reflect on the choices that led you to it. But I don't regret them. Even if a pleasant dream morphs into a nightmare, I'm grateful for the chance to have dreamt at all.
The hunter approached me slowly, her hands relaxed at her side, yet I knew she was ready to attack.
Please, let me wake up…