Edward slow down!" I screamed as his needle pointed a little over 100. "Why Bella? I thought toi loved the speed and the indredredaline." "That's you..."

"Oh yeah... well first tell me toi l’amour me then I'll slow down." "I l’amour toi my Edward... NOW SLOW DOWN!" A motocycle wasn't safe... expecially one that was going 100 miles per hour!

"Yeah... can toi take my casque off... it's really blocking my view." I did what I was told. Well if I wanted him to slow down I had to do it. I put his casque on my head but he still didn't slow down. "EDWARD MASEN CULLEN! toi BETTER SLOW DOWN RIG...." I a dit before something crashed into the car sending my Edward flying ten feet away. I was left bleeding near the motocycle before it turned dark.

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When I woke up I noticed a very familiar room. It was all pale white and I heard an annoying beeping sound suivant to me. The hospital.

I opened my eyes to a very blotchy, crying, Alice Brandon. "Edward?..." I whispered. She shook her head. This seemed like the moment the tears were supposed to start falling out... But nothing. I couldn't believe that Edward was dead... I just can't.

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A mois later it was the funeral. As I saw everyone crying for our loss, Edward, I couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears of sadness fell down as they buried my Edward... My cœur, coeur and all.

Each jour I went to his grave with a single freesia. That was our flower. I would cry plus hopes, dreams, and l’amour on that grave but it still wouldn't bring him back.

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As the years came and pass all my Friends looked so dead. We were never as happy without Edward... nothing was the same anymore.

One jour a couple of monthes later Emmett said, "Hey! Crying over Edward won't bring him back! He'll want us to live... not morn over his death. Now that we're legal let's have some fun! We're going clubbing tonight!"

I knew every pretended to be happy. No one was truly happy. I didn't want to go. Finally being able to club... without Edward was too much to handle.

I stayed up watching re-run dessins animés all night.

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The suivant jour I heard all my Friends died in a car accident. I cried again. Was my life like a disaster on replay?

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For the suivant an I was dead. I was one of the living dead. No emoticon on my face whatsoever. What emoticon can I have besides sadness and heartbreak. And also regret. I shouldn't have tooken off Edward's helmet. It was all my fault.

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A an later my parents passed away. Why does it always have to be car accidents?

As I looked over the grave I thought of how unfair it was. I was above the earth standing before them while they were somewhere underground.

I ran accueil and grabbed the sharpest couteau I could find. I raised it above my cœur, coeur and pushed it deep inside. Now my soul was free! And that was the end of me... ou the beginning.