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storypaint) wrote2008-09-04 11:00 am
storypaint) wrote2008-09-04 11:00 am
Twilight
Title: Twilight
Author: rhap_chan
Comm: none
Fandom: Twilight (sort of?)
Pairing: surprise! (unless you read tags)
Rating: G
Word Count: 291
Warnings: RPF?
Disclaimer: Twilight is the property of Stephenie Meyer. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "I can't marry you," I said, turning away from the statue of his visage. The cold marble of his face shattered behind me-- I didn't need to look to know.
"I can't marry you," I said, turning away from the statue of his visage. The cold marble of his face shattered behind me-- I didn't need to look to know. I couldn't look, clutching at my sleeve. "I just can't."
"Please." It was hardly a breath, on the edge of hearing.
"Edward, it's just... I'm too young."
"Too young for marriage, but not too young to be a vampire?" he said, trying to sound reasonable. "Listen to yourself."
"I can't do it," I whispered, my hand dropping to the ring on my finger, an unavoidable weight. It shone in the half-dark-- not as much as my boyfriend did in the dawn-- but enough. Too brightly.
"Please, darling, listen to me."
"Will you change me, Edward?"
"Marry me."
"I can't."
"I can't either," he said dully. He disappeared before I could turn around. I didn't hear him go; I never did. Whatever substance made his pale skin hard didn't retard his movement at all. He was gone as easily as he had come into my life, an accidental meeting resolved into this aching loss along my shoulders.
I shut my eyes, digging my fingers into my forearm. Tears slid hotly down my face, another reminder of my fragile human state. I could still hear his voice in my mind if I listened, those dulcet tones.
"I love you, Stephenie. I love you more than anyone in the whole world."
He had forever, but it was not long enough to wait for me. The man who swept me into his arms later was warm, blessedly warm... warm enough. I married when I was ready.
I cried into a lot of long nights before I began to write the pain away.
Author: rhap_chan
Comm: none
Fandom: Twilight (sort of?)
Pairing: surprise! (unless you read tags)
Rating: G
Word Count: 291
Warnings: RPF?
Disclaimer: Twilight is the property of Stephenie Meyer. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "I can't marry you," I said, turning away from the statue of his visage. The cold marble of his face shattered behind me-- I didn't need to look to know.
"I can't marry you," I said, turning away from the statue of his visage. The cold marble of his face shattered behind me-- I didn't need to look to know. I couldn't look, clutching at my sleeve. "I just can't."
"Please." It was hardly a breath, on the edge of hearing.
"Edward, it's just... I'm too young."
"Too young for marriage, but not too young to be a vampire?" he said, trying to sound reasonable. "Listen to yourself."
"I can't do it," I whispered, my hand dropping to the ring on my finger, an unavoidable weight. It shone in the half-dark-- not as much as my boyfriend did in the dawn-- but enough. Too brightly.
"Please, darling, listen to me."
"Will you change me, Edward?"
"Marry me."
"I can't."
"I can't either," he said dully. He disappeared before I could turn around. I didn't hear him go; I never did. Whatever substance made his pale skin hard didn't retard his movement at all. He was gone as easily as he had come into my life, an accidental meeting resolved into this aching loss along my shoulders.
I shut my eyes, digging my fingers into my forearm. Tears slid hotly down my face, another reminder of my fragile human state. I could still hear his voice in my mind if I listened, those dulcet tones.
"I love you, Stephenie. I love you more than anyone in the whole world."
He had forever, but it was not long enough to wait for me. The man who swept me into his arms later was warm, blessedly warm... warm enough. I married when I was ready.
I cried into a lot of long nights before I began to write the pain away.