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    Story written on September 6, 2008 by nocturnal01.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=22487
    Author Notes:

    This is influenced by that scene in Chapter 7 repetition of New Moon where Bella goes back to the Cullen mansion.

    Empty

    Raindrops pelt my face,

    Just a part of my existence.

    But I feel like I’m melting away

    Blot out from the landscape,

    Why did I even step out today?

    What is the base of my persistence?

    Your voice?

    Velvety, honey-smooth

    Nothing I’ve ever heard before

    In this bleak, superficial world.

    If I could summon it back!

    Go, running after it,

    Knowing that that is what

    I’m searching for,

    And that my struggle

    Is not in vain,

    Then would I,

    Yes, run through the rain

    And sleet,

    Ignore the obscure woods,

    Through which I race.

    Spruces whisper

    “Return home”,

    They anger me.

    I thought

    I was being guided by your voice.

    As the charming brood approaches,

    I hesitate,

    Nervous.

    Outside of me is solidity, vacancy.

    Inside of me emptiness.

    Only when I had turned around

    And sat down,

    Gripping my rib cage,

    Sobbing

    Did I realize

    The spruces were trying to warn me.

     

     

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