Love is a Battlefield
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.
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.
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"How long were we gone?" I asked exhaustedly.
"Only for like six hours, but it felt like six minutes right?" she said.
"More like six days." We probably went to every store in every mall in South Carolina! I lost track of how many stores we went into when I reached fifty-six. But whatever floats her boat.
"I hope you like all your new clothes." she smiled.
"I'll probably have enough clothes to wear a different pair each day for two years."
When we got back to hotel she showed me the rest of the suite.
"...and here's my room, the bathroom...and this is your room."
"I just have one problem." I said carefully, trying not to offend her.
"What is it?" she asked curiously.
"I don't think I have enough drawer space for all this clothes." I said jokingly.
Then she smacked my arm and walked out of the room.
The next morning she came into my room and sat on the side of the bed, besides me.
"What do you want to do today?" she asked.
"I don't really care."
"Okay...um." She sat there contemplating with herself. She mumbled words to herself, but with my sensitive hearing I heard every word.
"We could do that...no. Oh! We could go there...nah. Um."
I looked at curiously. Just because I heard her didn't mean I understood. Then finally she looked at me.
"When's the last time you went hunting?"
"Okay. Will you be okay for today?" She looked worried.
"I'll be fine."
"You are a 'vegetarian' right?"
"Vegetarian?" Of course I'm not a vegetarian! I don't even eat!
"Like do you only hunt animals?"
Oh no. She was asking about my past. What do I do? Should I make something up? If I tell her the truth what if she'll realize that I'm a bad person? She must've noticed my reaction because she stared at me curiously.
"You're cute when you're stressed." She giggled.
I smiled sheepishly, and if I could blush, I would look like a tomato.
"It's okay. I don't care what you hunt. But you can tell me." she said gently. She reached for my hand and took it into hers.
"Well, yesterday I hunted a bear." I admitted.
"That's good...but do you normally hunt bears?"
"What do you mean?"
I looked down. She was so observant. She placed her hand on my cheek, causing me to look back at her.
"It's okay. I want to hear all about it."
"You might want to get closer onto the bed than. It's a long and harsh story."
She removed her hand from my cheek. Secretly I wished she hadn't. She moved closer and pretty soon our legs were touching. Her hand still on my hand. She gently squeezed it.
"Okay. Now you can tell me about what happened."