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Love was unpredictable, fleeting, and heart wrenching. It was a curse, something that plagued your heart. A year ago, you would not have been thinking that love had been such a curse. Spun around into his cold embrace, you would have never thought that love was as fleeting as it seemed. About a year ago, the two of you had been in separate worlds, connected by the power and beauty of love. Love was what filled your stomach with butterflies, and your cheeks with the deepest blush.
Love was something you were not sure you could allow to fly away with the breeze. Even as the wind whooshed through your hair, you were not sure you could set that feeling free with the breeze. Bringing your hand to your plush, pouted lips, you could still remember the way that his chilled lips felt against your own. Love was not something that you could give up on, but love was exactly what made you want to give up on everything.
The current raged below you, countless feet you stood above. If you simply inched, and inched, and inched, you would have made it to the depths. It was mere inches from your grasp, a chilled embrace to take you away from the pain that the initial chilled embrace gave you. Maybe you would reflect upon how poetic this moment would have been, if it were not for the melancholy that raged inside of you.
The pixie haired woman told you not to be reckless, her amber eyes filled with nothing but sadness as she tried to press a sympathetic smile against her lips. You could still remember her words, how kind she had been to you. She told you that she wanted you to come with, that she would miss you dearly. He...he had not even come to see you off, the last memory of him being the moment he nearly drank your life force away. Maybe you would reflect upon how much this would disappoint the woman with the pixie cut if it were not for the emptiness inside of your chest.
Your best friend, your closest friend, had told you that he was going away. She had told you all of them were going away, never to return. Though she used the excuse that Carlsile was looking too young for the age he was supposed to be, you knew the truth. You knew the moment that the love of your life, your boyfriend of a year, had lunged upon you that it was to come. Maybe you would have reflected upon how foolish it would be for you to want to be a part of his world, to be a part of all of their worlds, if you had not felt nearly as desolant.
No matter how many so-called friends you had, the human Bella who had also been left, the melancholy in your chest told you that no one would pay mind to your decision. Bella had wanted to be a part of the undead, the cold ones, and yet you...you were content with just having a happy life with your lover. You had not cared if his chilled embrace would always be chilled to you, if you would even freeze in it. In that embrace, you felt whole. Love was something you longed for, desired so dearly, and you knew even as you grayed that he would still love you.
That was, of course, what you had thought back then. A year ago, you would have gladly gone gray with your handsome, chilled boyfriend. His honey locks would always be plush, silky, while you faded into elder age. You understood not to undergo the change, and at merely twenty, you knew you could have a long life with your love. Love knew that you had plenty of time, but now, now the melancholy that rose inside of you knew that you just needed to take another step.
Graciously blowing your y/h/c locks around you, as if the wind was trying to shield you from your own fate, the wind billowed. Your dress bellowed around, urging to fly you just another inch. Love knew to pull you into his chilled embrace, and to tell you everything was alright once more. For you, standing above the roaring waters, another chilled embrace beckoned you.
How long would you stand above the roaring, crashing waters, as the salted tears cascaded from your y/e/c orbs? It had just been another inch, just another moment, and yet you were frozen. Melancholy, the same that had beckoned you to this spot, had you frozen. The emptiness inside of you wanted to relish in these last moments, these final tears.
These final moments smiled upon you, the last smile that would ever grace your face as you were pulled the simple inch closer. As the ground disappeared below you, time stood still. Plunging into the chilled embrace, each crashing wave wrapped around your tired body. Your body relished in the moment that the air escaped your lungs. Numbness filled your emptiness, blackness surrounding you.
The moment that your eyes opened once more was a blur, your body truly other-worldly with a brilliant new perception. Incredible power, speed, and thirst consumed your first moments, your first moments led by the one who opened your eyes. No moments of ill-will had transpired in those first moments, nor did you feel the loving embrace you longed.
Drenched in blood, you returned to the open home, your senses filling you once more. The first to face you had been the one beside you, no longer of pale skin in the reflection of your amber eyes. A half-hearted smile slipped across his lips as his hand rested against your shoulder.
"I know you didn't want this," he said, his tone low, fatherly, "but Alice had a vision. You would have died."
"I did, technically," you replied with a quirked brow, though your lips curled upwards as you glanced upon the elder male. "I-I was lucky, and I apologize for the trouble. Thank you, Carlisle."
"We're...just glad you're here with us, Y/N," he replied softly. "It was wrong of us to just leave, and I'm not sure what Jasper or even Alice would have done if we didn't get to you in time." He paused, biting his lip, before his attention was drawn back to the home before the two of you. "They're both waiting for you. Just, be careful, as a newborn, your strength is something to get used to."
"Thank you," you said kindly, before striding in quickly, a nervousness settling in your unbeating heart. Alice had been the first that your new amber eyes landed upon, and you could see in this moment that the woman looked even more angelic than you could have ever imagined. "Alice." Your amber eyes watched as the woman grinned upon seeing you, pulling you into her arms merely moments after seeing you.
"What did I tell you about being reckless?" She exclaimed with a giggle as she held you close in her arms. The embrace felt warm, inviting, much unlike any cold embrace you felt prior. "Y/N/N, I watched you die in my vision, and it was terrifying!" As she spoke, she moved so that she could stare you right into your eyes, a grin shimmering off of her face. "I'm just...so happy that you're here. We all are."
"I-if I could cry, I would be," you said with a grin. "I'm so happy you're here."
"I bet I know someone you'll be even happier to see," she said, practically in a sing-song voice as she grinned more. "He's in his room, and I'm sure he really needs to see you."
Hugging her one last time, you mentally prepared yourself as you made your way to his bedroom door. Closing your amber eyes, you centered yourself before raising your hand to knock upon the closed door. In a meek voice, you called out, "Jas?"
Within seconds, the door had been open, warm arms pulling you into his chest. He had not cared that his southern accent was spilling out as he whispered in your ear. "I'm so sorry, darlin'," he said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "I never wanted to leave ya'. I just...I didn't know what I'd do if I ever was the one to harm ya. Reckon I wouldn’t be able to live with myself…"
"Jas, Jas," you cooed, wrapping your arms gently around him as you made soothing motions with your hand against his upper back. "You don't need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing."
"Or, you could kiss me, darlin'," he countered, his lips curled upwards as he moved back to glance upon you. "I've missed you so much."
A grin stretched across your face as you slowly moved to close the gap between the two of you. The way that his lips fit upon your own, so warm and full of passion, was something you never imagined possible. As the two of you melded lips, you could taste something far more mesmerizing than you thought imaginable.