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The Falling

In the action itself, she is weightless and free. The flight is not to be feared, only the impact. A story on the life of Esme Cullen. Image Hosted by ImageShack.us Banner By incredible Iris!

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31. Chapter 31

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Nowhere to run to,

“Yes, I do. I know I’m not good enough, Edward. I understand that well. And I want to make you understand. I’m not at all vain. I just know my good and bad points well.”

“I don’t get what you mean by not good enough.”

“Of course not. But you’ll understand that when you’re older, little boy.” I pat his head with patronizing falsity. He mutters at me. I giggle.

“I look forward to the day my genius and maturity matches yours, oh most knowledgeable and intelligent and adult Esme.”

“Don’t worry, dear young Edward. I believe I shall do my utmost to aid you in developing the sense of responsibility I possess.”

He groans at me. Another most unflattering trait. “And you treat me like a child.”

“That’s because you are a child. You just don’t know it yet, Eddy.”

“If you want me to kill you, you’ll call me that again.”

“I’m a girl. You won’t hit me.”

He grimaces. “Watch me.” There is a pause as he raises his fist. I don’t believe it. He doesn’t have it in him.

“Most gentlemanly,” I approve, scowling. He doesn’t actually swing at me, just glares. I meet the stare and then some, boring into his eyes.

They are startlingly green. I am stunned by the intensity of the color. They glint with fury, and I match them with irate strength.

He is a most unusual-looking boy. And an odd interior, also. I wouldn’t mind being friends with him. At the very least, it’s been interesting. However, interesting isn’t going to stop me from being driven absolutely insane by him.

I continue staring him down, and finally he looks away. I grin as I win.

“And you’re a wimp. You don’t have the courage to actually hit me, and you don’t have the patience to endure a little harmless teasing.”

“Let me know when you’re finished chewing apart my character.”

“I’ll make it a point.”

He doesn’t meet my eyes again, though, and I know I’ve won this round. My smile widens. His shrinks.

“Also, tell me when you’ve grown up enough to stop playing such silly games.”

“You started it.”

He isn’t sure whether or not I’m joking. Neither am I. This has become an extremely common occurrence. Lie often enough and you’re lying to yourself.

Our mothers return, beaming. I recognize the fake smile I so often wear. “Hello, children. I’m glad you’ve become such good friends.”

“We do find each other’s company most engaging.”

“And stimulating.”

“Yes, certainly.” I glare at him subtly. Don’t encourage them… unless you want to end up married. He seems to receive the thought quite clearly. I almost see a nod.

“Oh, my dear, how lovely. However, I’m afraid I must take my leave.”

“I thought you were staying longer! I’ll miss your company, ma’am.”

“Well, thank you, but we absolutely must be going.”

I wonder why. The Masens get their things and practically flee the house, dragging a mystified Edward.

Nowhere to fall to,