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Chapter 1 – Tunnels and Running.
I was never meant to hold you,
Never meant to love you.
There was a timer, in the back of my mind.
Counting, always counting.
And then the sands ran out,
My time is up.
It wasn't till after my time,
That I loved you.
I fell for you,
I picked myself up and carried on,
What choice did I have.
Now, I watch from afar,
And try to remember your taste on my lips.
She was broken, that much I was sure of. But as I read this mystery girls profile, I sighed. So was I. I wanted to help her, shocked by this feeling. She was a talented poet, her inspiration and love flew off the page. Like my lyrics, I thought wryly. Go on Cullen, help her. My subconscious egging me on. I sat at my computer for a full ten minutes, considering. Wavering. Eventually I gave up, and typed that message.
Two lost souls, inevitably find each other.
I stared at the words on the screen, my new message beaming out from my laptop. It was hard, to read. With the Sun of Phoenix batting down on my screen. I had to take it up to my room, just to read it.
Two lost souls, inevitably find each other. Cullen106.
I quickly typed my reply.
What's your take on fate. Swan209
What's your take on the tooth fairy. Cullen106. I laughed, this guy was one of those who answered questions with questions. I liked it.
Fine for little kids but older ones need more proof. Swan209.
Then you have my answer.Cullen106.
I believe I do.Swan209
Your talented.Cullen106. I blushed, who blushes at the internet?
I've read your lyrics.Swan209
I've read your poem.Cullen106
It's more of a phrase, I write fiction normally.Swan209
I like to get lost in it, it helps me escape.Swan209
What was she running from?
What are you running from?Cullen106
Myself.Swan209. And with that she logged off, I left a couple of messages, then did the same.
"Alice!" I screamed as I saw my pixie sister tearing through my wardrobe singing away happily. She turned to me and shrugged. I glared at the little pixie, she really was a little pixie, misadventures and misdeeds followed her wherever she went. I loved her for it. I tried pulling her out of the closet but she shrugged me off. Finally, I surrendered and sat on the bed, she grinned. I let my mind wander back to today's conversation and smiled to myself, finally interested in a girl. I knew I would never get over Sophie, but I didn't feel the never ending blackness that I felt before. It was still there, but I realised I could see something at the end, a light. Swan209 was my light at the end of the tunnel.
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