Surviving.
That's all she was good at. It had always been 'run first, think later' with her, survival of the fittest and all that. He had been the only one to even come close to dampening her speed. He was the only thing she had ever considered actually living for in her 500 years of existence. This was why she didn't find it all that strange that she was indeed still situated in her current position.
She was about to face the creatures she had been on the run from for all those centuries. For what, to save his family? No hers, not theirs, his. His new wife and their child that she hated with all of her none existent heart. But the golden part, the sweeter part of her ushered her quietly that this was what was meant to happen. Not for her to be with Edward, no for her to not be so that he could be happy, so that he could live.
Which was why she was here, which was why she was allowing her death to happen.
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Devoured Soul • Edward Cullen
Fanfiction"she was destructive in the most gentle sense. like a hurricane that simply caressed your face, yet left you completely ruined. so soft, so distracting that you didn't even feel the pain, that you didn't even notice that you were being torn apart." ...
