#love beyond

[kailorhyuck]

I NEED a fic based on love beyond cause HFBSGFIWBXJSU THAT SONG IS SO GOOD WHY IS HAECHAN SUCH A LYRICAL GENIUS

[dinhui]

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[staringatthesky11]

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Love Beyond on ff.net

I’ve finally finished Love Beyond! I’m both elated and kind of heartbroken - I’ve been writing this Emmett in this AU for over three years and I do not know quite how to say goodbye to it. 

But for good or bad, it’s done. If you want an absolute heaping serve of angst and heartbreak and soul destroying misery, this is the story for you! But it does have an absolutely gorgeous Emmett, lots of Cullen family love and care, and an ultimately happy (if slightly bittersweet) ending, so there’s that too. 

Because sometimes the unthinkable happens. Married to Rosalie, busy with babies, Emmett's life is full of the family and love and laughter he had always longed for. Happy and contented, he's only looking forward until the day tragedy strikes and the centre of his world falls away. A story of love and loss, of second chance love, of family and fatherhood and friendship, of grief and hope and how you live with what seems unendurable.

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[darkstarswitch]

Resolution

Just about 28 years ago, I had a powerful dream about a cowboy. I couldn't see his face, but I knew him, I knew his energy. We meet at a boat landing as the sun was setting and he had with him a large green duffle bag that was completely stuffed. I was happy to see him but I could not figure out why he seemed so somber. Even though he was smiling, he seemed sad. He told me he had to leave as he held my hands and we talked. The sun was a large golden disk that sat right there on the Western horizon, the sky was red and gold. Then I put it together. He was gone! He was no longer on this plane. I grabbed his hands and shook my head. I could see the red of the flannel shirt he was wearing and I pulled his arm to keep him from leaving but he said he had to go. He looked over his shoulder at the boat that was waiting, he had to go. He shouldered his bag, kept a grip on my hand, kissed my cheek and started down the boat ramp. He literally walked off into the sunset. The last I saw of him, he was a black silhouette, the outline of his hat, the jeans he was wearing, his boots and he was gone.

I woke up in tears and even now, 20 some odd years later I still cry. The problem was that I could not figure out WHO this cowboy was. I certainly did not know any cowboys. So, I kept that dream as I tried to figure out who this person was. I am not sure how long it took before I figured it out. The cowboy was a guy I knew from school, we graduated the same year from two different high schools but we met in our tech class. Our teacher ALWAYS called him Tex (hence the Cowboy.) The last time I talked with him, he told me that now that we were out of school, he was joining the Marines. I told him to be careful. I asked the Gods to watch over him and all the others. I have no idea when he shipped out but that dream came during the very start of the trouble in the Middle East (1989-1990 somewhere around that time.) I never forgot. I spent the next 28 years searching for you. I spent the next 28 years trying to reach you on the other side. I spent the next 28 years looking for confirmation that you were truly gone. Seriously, I did not want to believe that you were taken so soon, way to young in the first waves of all this crap. I looked. I asked. I searched and every night I called out to you from this side.

Here it is, 28 years later. You finally reached through the Vail. You sent me another very powerful dream and I KNOW it is real time because my 13 year old daughter was there. I was holding a red envelope in my hand, the ink on it was smeared from rain and the return label had "J. Giles and J. Giles" on it, I don't know anyone with that name other then the band by the same name. I didn't think anything of it, so I opened it and it was a Valentine; red with pink hearts on it, black script on it that I couldn't read because I was crying. I opened the card...the ink was smeared and it looked like a child had wrote it or it took a ton of energy for you to write. I couldn't read the message, but I saw my name and the large pink heart that popped up as I opened the card...all the little hearts around it. I cried because I knew it was from you.

You are gone, Troy. Gone from my life. Gone from this plane. Thank you for reaching out to me, for sending me the comfort of knowing you loved me too. I have no idea why I am crying still. I have no idea why this hurts more than the other deaths that have occurred in my life. Feel free to stop by, visit my dreams. I love you too.

[isalwaysboutlove]