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Love is a Battlefield

Summary:
After everything he's caused and has been through, does he deserve to live? Should he live? One moment he's considering suicide and the next he's experiencing something he's never experienced before. Could one person affect him so much that he reconsiders everything he's decided in the past four months? This one person gave him something that he never had and now needs desperately...hope.


Notes:
As much as I wish I did, I do not own any of these characters (except the ones that I make up every now and again). They rightfully belong to Stephenie Meyer.


2. Hope

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I sat down at the stool and looked down at the ground. I must've looked pretty stupid because the waitress stared at me for a while before she said anything.

"Hello. My name is Cindy Lou and I'll be your server to day. What can I get you to start off with today?" She had blond hair and her southern accent was deep.

"Um. No thank you. I'm not interested in eating at the moment." Then I shot my best smile at her, but I doubt it made a difference after she saw what I was dressed in. So I just looked back down at the ground.

"Sir. We here at Sam's Diner have a policy. On that door there it says 'NO SITTING WITHOUT PURCHASE'."

I ignored her and kept my eyes down.

"Sir?"

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. Please."

I continued to ignore her. Maybe she would think I'm crazy and leave me alone.

"That won't be necessary ma'am. He's with me." I heard someone else say. Her voice was sweet. And I could smell that she was the same kind as me.

Why hadn't I smelled her before? When I first walked in? Maybe my senses were still tired?

"Hello."

I looked up to see a small pixie-like girl sitting on a stool beside me. I was nearly a head and a half taller than her. I sat there speechless. Staring at her.

"You've kept me waiting for a long time." she said with a cute smile.

Was she a threat to me? Was she preparing an ambush? Did I walk onto her turf? Should I leave to avoid trouble? I decided to take my chances.

"Sorry ma'am." Then I tipped my head like a good southern gentleman.

She laughed. It was music to my ears. I smiled.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming." she smiled.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

She smiled again reaching towards me. Was this a threat? She gently grabbed my hands. I held hers in mine. My huge hands covered hers completely.

"Come on. Let's go." she said. She hoped off the stool and skipped to the door, still holding my hand. She dragged me out the door.

We began walking. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was so cute. She had short reddish, brownish, purplish colored hair that was somewhat spiky. She had big golden eyes, a small nose and a small mouth that was proportionate to her small body.

She looked back at me and smiled. We were still holding hands. And besides the fact that she was a total stranger, it felt good.

I couldn't help but feel like she was hiding something from me. Like she knew who I was better than I do myself. If she knew that she would already be ahead of me. She seemed to know who I am and knew that I would be at that diner. She knew me, but I had no idea who she was.

But I don't care. She made me smile. I haven't smiled in so long that I thought I might have forgotten how to and frowned instead. She gave me what I needed most. She gave me hope.