Official Description: There is a fine line between what you believe to be right, and what you perceive to be wrong. “I was a poison, the worst kind of venom.” Can love ever be enough to seal your wounds? AH. O/S for The Black Balloon Contest – 2nd Place Winner.
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One day, when I was being particularly emo, I decided to read some sad one-shots and checked out a bunch of the Black Balloon Contest entries. Lost Like Tears in the Rain is not for the faint of heart. There’s no rainbow at the end. It. is. so. sad. I will warn you that there is a disclaimer at the beginning: This story contains sensitive subject matters that may be upsetting to read.

The story starts out with Bella sitting in a meadow, crying in the rain.

Today was my twentieth birthday… but I would not be celebrating. I knew he would have some gift waiting for me at our small apartment with its ever-fading curtains and mismatched furniture, even after the serious talk we’d had last night while staring helplessly across from each other in our bed. The small distance between our bodies had felt like the expanse of the ocean, dangerous depths to be crossed before reaching the other. This detachment had been inevitable.

I really like how how VampiresHaveLaws reveals what’s going on with Bella through flashbacks, giving us many glimpses of her past with Edward and showing how much they love each other.

His forehead came to rest upon mine, his skin so warm. “Don’t you feel it? You feel it, right?” he questioned anxiously.

I could only nod as he pulled back to look at me, his palms resting on either side of my face.

“Say it,” he pleaded, “out loud.”

I briefly closed my eyes, shutting off my own personal forest of green, and swallowed the lump in my throat. With the fluttering of my opened lashes, I whispered the one thing he wanted to hear.

“I love you, always will.”

After thinking about their past and what she feels is the only choice for their future, she returns to their apartment, where they share a desperate encounter.

“Bella,” he groaned, his prominent erection evident against my hip. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can’t… couldn’t handle it if we went any further and you told me no. I need you.”

The look on his face along with his admission only fueled me further. My mouth sought out his, hands instantly going to the button on his jeans, fingers brushing against the soft hair located just above his waistband. Our tongues battled while I attempted to pull down the denim, a moan of appreciation reverberating into my mouth as I brushed against his hardness.
“I want you,” I promised, gripping his shoulders as I used my feet to free him of his jeans.

I don’t want to give away what happens in the story. It’s sad and not what I expected, but it’s so well written, I think any non-wussperv will love it. Check it out, but bring the tissues jic.