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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on Mar 15, 2009 19:42:38 GMT -5
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Post by jazzy197 on Mar 15, 2009 19:56:44 GMT -5
Edward had followed Bella’s scent from the cottage, and was afraid he’d gone too far; why would she be at their legendary meadow? Without him? He grinned, and slowed to a walk, stepping over broken branches and fallen trees.
Edward had left Renesmee in Rosalie’s hands: that was one person/thing he trusted her with. He knew Renesmee was in good hands, with Rose. Rosalie had been Bella’s “body guard” through her month-long pregnancy; she wouldn’t let them touch the baby. Rosalie was [one of] the reasons Renesmee was alive. How could himself and Carlisle have been so foolish? Planning to get rid of the baby inside or Bella? It was for Bella’s own good, so her human life could be longer. But Rosalie had one, and Nessie came to be a risk worth taking.
He eventually decided to look around, and he noticed many of the same features were the same from years ago. He sat by a tree, where he remembered they’d sat near.
Edward wondered if Bella had already noticed him being there, and, if not, he decided to speak anyway.
“Right here,” he said, “is where we first kissed…” He sat down, his back leaning against the sturdy tree.
Memories flashed through his head: their first kiss, him telling her of his immortality… And so much more. This meadow, to others, may seem like an old, green, disgusting forest, but to Edward and Bella it was a memento of their love, and their sacrifice to get where they were now.
"You came here without me?" he asked accusingly, but he kept his voice sweet and sarcastic. "I'm offended."
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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on Mar 15, 2009 20:06:21 GMT -5
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Post by jazzy197 on Mar 15, 2009 20:19:00 GMT -5
He was sure she remembered well: afterwards, he noticed her wanting him more physically, too, overestimating his self-control. That first kiss, has he remembered, was hard enough. Controlling the urge to push away from her kiss, knock to the ground, lunge for her throat… It was all to much at the time, but, still to his surprise, he was able to bear it and that’s why Bella was standing in front of him today.
But not as a human.
This was a happy place; why was he thinking so negatively? He shook his thoughts away, knocking them to the back of his head. She said he was here now, with her.
“Well, I wasn’t invited,” he said, teasing her. He smiled, swiftly standing up on his feet.
In less than a second, he was behind her, his arms wrapped securely around her thin waist.
He hadn’t been invited, he was correct; he was going to secretly follow her scent, to see where she was. Maybe she was going back to “the place”, where she had left to, but soon returned. Edward wondered if he should bring up that subject now… Probably not, since it would only ruin he happy, good-memory-filled mood.
“Why have you come here?” he asked suddenly, blinking. He looked up at the sun, and it hurt his eyes, a little, so he looked away. Edward looked at the green forest in front of him, and at the beautiful vampire in his arms, that was his forever…
And, hopefully, she'd always be his. They had an eternity to live together. Until the sun blew up, like the scientists said it would. But they may even survive that.......
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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on Mar 16, 2009 14:59:27 GMT -5
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Post by jazzy197 on Mar 16, 2009 16:23:19 GMT -5
Edward sighed. He wanted to say, shout, rather, “But how can I believe you? You left once, without telling anyone. I didn’t know if you’d come back, or where you’d gone - how can I trust that you won’t leave again? That you won’t come back this time?” Instead of saying these frustrating words, he just sighed again, squeezing Bella tighter.
“I - I know how you felt,” he began, his voice soothing, “you know, when I left you, years ago. How you felt for those - what? 5 months? 6? Anyway - I understand. No hope, that I would ever return. I’d left ‘cold turkey’, as you did. The feeling, that you’d never come back - it was, discouraging. That word doesn’t even describe my feelings. I felt that I’d lost you forever - had it been something I did, Bella? If so, I’m terribly sorry. Horribly sorry. Horrendously sorry. So sorry. Apologies would never equal how sorry I truly am.”
After “breaking down,” would Bella reveal her secrets? Where she’d gone? What she’d done? Would she answer all his “why’s” and “how’s” and “when’s” and “where’s” and “what’s”? He guessed not, but there was no pain on holding on to such a hope. He truly wanted to know, what he had done, that is, so he’d never do it again, hopefully Bella would never leave again, either.
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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on Mar 16, 2009 17:09:46 GMT -5
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Post by jazzy197 on Mar 16, 2009 17:20:29 GMT -5
He listened to her words, trying to find the truth in them.
She wouldn’t lie, would she? Saying he hadn’t done anything? He wanted to believe her, but he truly wasn’t sure. He decided it was best, to have faith in her, believe the words she’d just spoke.
“Okay,” he said, unsure, wrapping his arms around her, taking in her pleasing scent. “But do you promise not to go again? Without telling me, at the least?” He couldn’t look in her eyes, for fear of her saying ‘no.’
So Edward hadn’t done anything? It wasn’t because Bella had wanted some alone time with their daughter? He sighed, frustrated: he couldn’t figure it out. He probably never would, and, now, and now only, did he finally accept that fact with open arms.
“I won’t bring this up again,” he murmured, sighing again. “I know you don’t like talking about it. I don’t exactly like talking about it, either. If you don’t bring it up, I won’t either,” he offered. Edward took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, laying his head on Bella’s shoulder.
[[sry, kinda short?]]
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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on Mar 16, 2009 17:58:23 GMT -5
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Post by jazzy197 on Mar 16, 2009 19:49:30 GMT -5
Edward nodded slowly, still unsure. He didn’t know what to say - why couldn’t she tell him? Edward simply didn’t understand, he didn’t think he ever would. Maybe it was for his own good.
“I suppose I understand,” he murmured weakly. How could she keep something from him? Oddly, this made him want to keep something a secret from her, just because she was keeping this for him. But he wouldn’t be that selfish, that childish. He was a mature, 110+ year old vampire. He wouldn’t act like a simple-minded child.
“I just need to ask something - this won’t affect our relationship, shall it?” Edward desperately hoped her answer was ‘no.’ No buts, or ands, or ‘I don’t knows’. He kissed her lips gently, suddenly urgent.
Truthfully, Edward didn’t want an answer to his previous question, but he’d asked it anyway. Perhaps the kiss was just a way to prevent her from answering so quickly. He feared she’d say yes, and their relationship would never be the same… Something so minor - or not so minor - couldn’t cause a cavity in their relationship, could it? Perhaps the kiss was just a way to prevent her from answering so quickly.
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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on Mar 16, 2009 21:02:01 GMT -5
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Post by jazzy197 on Mar 17, 2009 17:17:53 GMT -5
Edward sighed when Bella pulled away from the kiss: he’d thought he was the victor when he had felt her tongue in his mouth, her hands twisting in his hair….
What was she asking of him? ‘Always choose Nessie’? He kept his arms around her waist, but pulled his head back to throw her a confused expression. What was that supposed to mean?
“You know, that only makes me more curious,” he said, smiling for the first time in this tense conversation. “What-” Edward was about to say, “What do you mean?” but he stopped himself, wanting to seize the conversation… So, he thought of something else to bring up. He quickly remembered they were in their legendary - to them at least - meadow, and trees that may seem like normal trees to others, were mementos of Edward and Bella’s journey to get where they were now. Married, with a beautiful half-vampire, half-human daughter named Renesmee Carlie.
Becoming twisted in his own thoughts, Edward complimented Bella’s creativeness in the name. Renesmee. It was beautiful, and probably one of a kind.
Returning to Earth, he looked back into Bella’s eyes, seeing golden eyes. She wasn’t thirsty, he knew. But, if you looked deeper into her eyes, you could the remains of her beautiful chocolate brown eyes. They were now changed - to equally-beautifully golden color.
He'd totally forgotten about bringing up a different subject - he was lost in Bella's remarkable beauty.
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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on Mar 17, 2009 17:28:01 GMT -5
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Post by jazzy197 on Mar 20, 2009 21:55:33 GMT -5
Emerging from his daze, he realized Bella had asked him something. “What are you looking at?” He studied her features, thinking she would be blushing then if she was still able.
“I’m looking at - at how beautiful you are. I often get lost in your unique beauty,” he complimented her, smiling Bella’s favorite crooked smile. “I apologize for my temporary absence,” he apologized sweetly, looking down into Bella’s crimson eyes.
“They haven’t changed color, yet,” he said, looking into her eyes.. He could see his own reflection - could see that his hair was windblown from running after Bella, practically tracking her.
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