Vanity Fair 2009

pretty much a Болталка New Moon one shot as the Название suggests. set after Bella becomes Друзья with Jake but before the bikes are finished.
the italic bits are lines from a play done at the 2009 Tony awards about a depressed woman. i thought it was appropriate. if they sound farmiliar, it's because they have been used on this site previously in a House fanfic.
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Another day. Without thinking I look towards my window, always unlocked but never opened.
I curled tighter into myself. This wasn’t the way to start my day.
Do Ты wake up in the morning and need...

It happens. There’s no avoiding it. When Ты can see the darkness coming, there’s nothing Ты can do rather than lie there helplessly, waiting. Waiting for the torment to end. Then finally, when Ты know it’s all over, there’s that one луч, рэй of hope willing to take your life back. So Ты reach out for it, not wanting to loose it. Lock it in a box and throw away the key.
“Charlie how long назад was it when Ты found her?”
That calm voice echoed around the large Космос in my empty head. The light was fading, seeping out the sides of the box that I locked it in. It was escaping fast and...

-Edward-

"It will be fine," Bella says again.

I don't answer. I don't need to.

Renesmee turns, as if sensing my thoughts, and, gathering from her own, she has.
"Dad, I am not going to cease to exist."
"I know."
"So please stop worrying." Her brow creases slightly, just as Bella's used to.

Drifting up the stairs slowly, the sound of the Пианино playing the particular song I had composed for Renesmee, sounded.

"Ready to go?" Bella asks Renesmee.
"Almost," she replies. "Just give me a секунда to stop hyperventilating."
"Great," Bella says, giving Renesmee one last hug before she hurries downstairs. Rosalie...