Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and New Moon. All characters, except Emmaline, belong to her.
When I arrived at school, I immediately spotted Edward. His god-like statue form leaning against his silver chariot. When I parked next to him, I tried to smile as he opened my door, but there was nothing to smile about today. The weather matched my mood perfectly. Dark and cloudy. My thoughts had stopped racing in my head and just drained out. I had given up. Keeping Emmaline here had been a job for me, I guess. She was there for me to protect her, and I failed miserably.
Edward sniffed my hair.
"He visited you," It was not a question, but a statement.
"Yes," I looked up at him with sad eyes. "She really is gone, isn't she?"
"Yes." His eyes drifted somewhere in the distance. "There was a meeting." He said abruptly.
"For what?" I had no idea what he was talking about.
"It happened while you slept. The werewolves. We met with them and discussed the situation. War seemed to be the only option, until Emma spoke out. She asked that if she left, the werewolves not to fight with us. That everything go back to normal. As normal as anything can be." He chuckled a little.
"It was my job to..." I couldn't finish. My words become lodged in my throat.
"No, it wasn't," He understood what I meant. "She is a vampire. As unrighteous as her transformation was, with it comes responsibility. She did the right thing. It wasn't up to me or you to keep her safe. Emma is and always will be a wanderer."
I pondered that for a moment. I looked out in to the distance with Edward. An unspoken connection passed between us. After a moment, he blinked and looked down at me with a smile.
"And so the future is unclear. No one knows what will happen. C'est la vie." He quoted.
"Except Alice," I laughed.
"Except Alice," He agreed with a laugh.
We walked towards the school, hands entwined. Our journey was not over, and no matter how many people came and went, we would always have each other. Our destinies undefined.
A/N: Oh my. Yes, I know this fanfic was short, but that's just how it came to me. When I write, I don't really think about it. It just flows. And this is where my mind, my flow, told me to stop.