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Feel

Summary:
She was a reflection of pure beauty, in his eyes. A true masterpiece that was far more impressive then even the famous Mona Lisa.


Notes:
Written for the 30_Nights community on livejournal. Just thought i'd share with others if they aren't livejournal members. =] Disclaimer: Twilight and all of it's characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer. I don't claim to own them nor do I make any money off of this fanfiction. Thank you.


6. Always

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Always

To say that I was upset over her ideas of what I may do in the future would be an understatement of large proportions. I had believed that, in the past, I had done my best to ensure her that my heart belonged to her and only her and also that it would never be able to belong to anyone but her in the future. Did the promise I made to her while she lay in her hospital bed, weak and disoriented all because of me, not mean a thing to her or had it simply not registered in her mind as the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

Siempre...

As I lay here, her warmth seeking through the cotton pajamas that adorn her lithe form and seeping even future through my clothes, heating my freezing skin, I pray that it was neither. Perhaps, I hoped, she had forgotten about my promise. The medications she was on at the time were heavy and administered often to keep her from feeling an ounce of pain, as I wanted it to be. I prayed that that was the reason she continued to question me. The very reasons she continued to cling to me in her sleep, whispering to never leave her in a voice sadder than any I had ever heard.

Immer...

While she was awake, she said nothing of thinking that I may leave but her eyes gave her away. It was true that I couldn't read her mind, and that her reactions were unlike all of the humans I was used to, but when we separated -if only for moments- the deep depths of her eyes fluttered with a look of loneliness; a look of pure, desperate abandonment.

Sempre...

Days of summer passed and slowly weeks crawled on. It went by slowly; painfully. The look was always there whenever we parted and it brought an unknown pain to my chest every time I saw it. I felt colder than usual when we were away from each other, constantly hurrying to complete whatever I needed to so that I could get back to her and making up excuse after excuse to be near her.

Toujours...

I knew the look was there all the time, while we were away from each other. It was embedded into her eyes when I was gone just like the pain in my chest reminded me that we were separated while she was gone. Nothing eased it and all attempts only brought along more and more reminders, making it impossible to stay away for too long. Why -I wondered every time- did she think I was leaving?

h2;l9;kk5;k6;k2;...

It wasn't until a month, two weeks and 13 days into summer that I brought myself to ask. She was being exceptionally quiet that night. An unusual act seeing as she usually took our evening talks as time to attempt to delve deeper into my anterior life. She never passed up an opportunity to ask questions. She was a naturally inquisitive human, and I loved it about her. She didn't require straightforward answers and didn't force things out of you. She didn't question you as if you had committed a crime, but as if she was trying to skillfully find out what kind of friend you were (or could be). It was strange how I missed her questions in the first twenty minutes that we laid there. I kept my hold on her, hoping that the blanket wrapped securely around her body was somewhat defending her from the natural chilliness of my skin, and waited for her lips to part and whispered words to flow mellifluously into the warm summer air that had entered through the window causing the gauzy curtains to flutter helplessly, offering little discouragement to the uninvited air. I laid there -hoping- and waited.

Altijd...

An hour passed without a word and I wondered silently if she had fallen asleep. I shifted, just a bit, and her head rose immediately. Brown eyes met mine and the look was there just as powerful and heart-stopping (if I had a heart to stop) as before. I shook my head and pulled her body closer, attempting to ease her worries, “I'm not leaving.” Ever.

總是 ...

She nodded, her hair shaking with the movement and unintentionally permeating the air with her scent, before laying her head back down and letting her eyes close with careful ease. Desperate, I sat up just a little to gauge her reaction. Brown eyes flew open instantly and I smiled crookedly in response, “What are you worried about?” A double question.

항상 ...

“Nothing.” Too quick, “Are you sure?” “Positive.” I don't believe you, “Then what's wrong?” “Nothing, Edward.” Another lie, “I'm not leaving.” “...” So I was right, “That's what you're worried about, isn't it, Bella?”

常に ...

She sighed softly -sweetly, tiredly- before she looked up with the same lonely look, “You're too good to be true. One of these days, I'm going to wake up.” No, Bella, it will be me who wakes up from this daydream... “I'm not leaving.”

Alltid...

I cupped her face in my hands, feeling the goosebumps rise to her skin in response to my cold touch, heard her heart pick up in speed and intensity and saw the lonely look fade away into nothingness in her eyes. The warmth that I loved was back, if only for the moment, and I desperately desired to burn this very memory into my mind so that I may have it for the rest of my existence. It was perfection, resting there with the sound of her heart thumping rapidly in my ears, the feel of her skin against mine and the sight of only pure love reflected back at me from deep, soulful, brown depths. Her lips parted -just an inch- and she whispered into the warm summer air of her room just as I'd longed for her to, “Promise me.”

Always...

“I promise.”