7A/N: I originally wrote this as a regular story on figment . com (Veronica Brown) then decided to edit it and post it on fanfiction as a twilight fanfic. I hope you like it :D Warning: Very short and WILL make you cry! :,(
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the Olympics...does anyone own the Olympics?
I didn't cry. I stood still. I no longer felt whole, a part of me was missing. A big part. Edward had been my true love, we were going to get married, we were going to have kids and grow old together. Now that's never happening. I had a dream at one point - that I'd never give up - that I'd become the Olympian that I yearned to be. Now life isn't worth living anymore, and I want to give up. But I can't I tell myself. He wouldn't want me to give up now. I'm too close.
He's gone now. Never coming back, never to smile his warm crooked grin that I loved so much again. He left and I couldn't control it. I was numb, waiting for the tears that never came.
They said that the road to fame was a dark and twisted one. That while on that road there isn't any time for love, that love is a weakness. They were right. They killed him. They killed my Edward. The same stupid people who pressed the fact that we were dating. I hate the paparazzi.
I'm a shell. I'm not me anymore. I don't laugh or even smile. I'm a robot. I fly through my gymnastics routine, only barely feeling the air sped by me as I twist and flip between the uneven bars. I do it for him. I raise my arms high above my head. To the heavens where I know he is. He was good and kind, everyone loved him. I loved him, so much.
They place a medal around my neck. I'm not sure what color it is, I don't register color anymore. I see in black and white. I stand still; like a soldier in the army, broken and torn. I feel nothing.
I visit him that night and lay my medal on his grave. Then I lean down and whisper,
"This is for you". I hear the wind whistle, breezing through the trees. You did it. I love you. It tells me. I let one tear escape,
"I love you too".