Twilight, Rated M, E/B (sort of), BPOV, AU-H, Complete
I can honestly without hesitation say that this story is like no other. It is completely unique, a little strange, and a lot beautiful. It's pretty dark most of the time and Bella is a little coo coo at points, but the story as a whole is amazing. Feisty Y. Beden has an imagination that words cannot describe and she writes in such a soothing rhythm. I adored it and I hope that you will, too!
I've gone over this review time and time again in my head, wondering how I'm going to do it without giving anything away and the only thing I can come up with is to be very vague. Which kinda sucks because I know I won't do it justice.
Bella is living in Boston and is pretty much a loner. Besides having her best friend Rosalie, she is alone. Her mother left her and her father, Charlie is thousands of miles away in Forks. Ever since her mother left, Bella has been unable to dream. Then, the night that something horribly unexpected happens, Bella begins to dream again. Her world is completely ripped apart by this tragedy, but her dream land is keeping her going. There is hope there, and all kinds of imagination. Pieces start to come together and she begins to remember who she is and was.
Yeah, no justice. Just trust me :)
A little piece of the story:
I can’t see. I can’t move. I’m less alarmed by this than you’d think. My arms are pinned to my sides. I realize I’m wrapped tightly in some sort of shroud. I try to raise my arms. The fabric is old, decaying. After an initial resistance, it tears easily, like ripping through cobwebs. The scraps of fabric fall away with only a whisper of protest, and despite the fading day, I’m squinting, my eyes unaccustomed to the light. How long have I been asleep?
It’s a strangely familiar place. The place is overgrown with briars but still familiar. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been here. It’s all Spanish moss and vines and crumbling stonework. When have I been here? Who was I? It was something important. I can almost remember, the memories murky shadows in my subconscious.
You can tell this place used to be majestic. Maybe hundreds of years ago it might have been a center of an advanced civilization. Now, though, it’s wild and overgrown. Savage. Still, it’s impressive in its own way, beauty in its rawest form.
I stretch my arms above my head and walk in a slow circle, taking in my surroundings as I step over the cloth scraps that once held me prisoner. I’m standing on what must have been a courtyard, tiles of thick granite with grass and weeds now growing through the cracks. Nature always reclaims what we’ve built with our hands.
I step off the edge of the granite slabs onto the hilltop. The grass beneath my bare feet is damp and soft, and the air smells sweet. The wind kicks up, whipping my long hair across my face, and I reach up to tuck the errant strands behind my ears.
I have the oddest feeling that I’ve returned home.
It’s a strangely familiar place. The place is overgrown with briars but still familiar. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been here. It’s all Spanish moss and vines and crumbling stonework. When have I been here? Who was I? It was something important. I can almost remember, the memories murky shadows in my subconscious.
You can tell this place used to be majestic. Maybe hundreds of years ago it might have been a center of an advanced civilization. Now, though, it’s wild and overgrown. Savage. Still, it’s impressive in its own way, beauty in its rawest form.
I stretch my arms above my head and walk in a slow circle, taking in my surroundings as I step over the cloth scraps that once held me prisoner. I’m standing on what must have been a courtyard, tiles of thick granite with grass and weeds now growing through the cracks. Nature always reclaims what we’ve built with our hands.
I step off the edge of the granite slabs onto the hilltop. The grass beneath my bare feet is damp and soft, and the air smells sweet. The wind kicks up, whipping my long hair across my face, and I reach up to tuck the errant strands behind my ears.
I have the oddest feeling that I’ve returned home.
Check out the trailer for this fic. It's amazing, but be sure to read the story first because it's a spoiler!
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