Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.


Preface


Have you ever felt like you're dying? Like the very air you're breathing in won't sustain you. It leaves as soon as it enters, vanishing, leaving you breathless. Or maybe you feel like you're literally falling to pieces, and your heart is going to explode in your chest, blowing blood and tissue across the room. Or it feels like your skin is on fire, turning black and peeling back, crispy and dilapidated.

Have you ever felt that way?

Now, sitting in the Cullens' hallway, my breath is coming in short gasps. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to fill my lungs. My heart is pounding so hard my chest aches. I can barely think; my brain is merely filled with an image I never wanted to imagine.

How could this happen?

There are so many ways to die—by man, in my sleep, suicide, diseases…but I think the worst is from heartbreak.

Just my luck. Let the heartache begin.