Date: 2010-11-19 08:57 pm (UTC)
She couldn't understand why he was so angry, or why his anger didn't touch her now.

Maybe it was the cold, or the way her vision was going black around the edges, but she felt such a sense of peace. She felt removed from the way her lungs burned for air, the heaviness of her limbs, and from the pain that had been an ever-present companion for months now. Couldn't he tell she was happy?

And couldn't he be happy for her?

Suddenly, the current pulled even harder, and as she felt herself being dragged away, she sent one last thought in his direction before the water comes flooding into her nose and throat.

Goodbye. I love you.
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Isabella Marie Swan

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