This is just an introduction, more or less. I would really appreciate any thoughts and advice because I'm trying to improve my writing. So here it is....
Oh and the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Nightmares
Never in my wildest dreams or nightmares could I ever have imagined that this is what my life as an immortal would be like. This could not be my life. This was not my life…
It was just a horrible nightmare, and I would wake up anytime soon. I would feel his strong arms holding and caressing me, and I would look up into his loving, mesmerizing golden eyes. I would breathe in his alluring scent and listen to his velvety, enchanting voice gently humming my lullaby and whispering vows of eternal love. I would be with my Edward.
Why was it, then, that I never woke up to any of these things? If I woke up in someone's arms, they weren't Edward's. If I looked into someone's eyes, they were not my angel's either. And if I heard anything when I woke up from my nightmares, it wasn't Edward telling me how much he loved me.
For the last month, I've been "waking up" in the arms of Alice or Esme, whose black eyes were brimming with despair and loss. I've been waking up to the sobbing of whoever was left of my family. We couldn't shed tears over the deceased members of our family, but we could cry, and it was impossible to tell in whose eyes there was more anguish and suffering.
I, however, knew who would suffer the most. Carlisle and Esme still had each other and so did Alice and Jasper. But I was alone, and I would never be with my angel again.
Edward was dead.
This post has been edited by NiduenDrottning: 31 December 2008 - 08:10 PM

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