After the Rain
Let the rain kiss you.Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.Let the rain sing you a lullaby~Langston Hughes*************************"I missed Edward, I missed him like the flowers miss the rain. Jacob was my sun, Edward was my rain. I needed them both to survive..."Will he let her go and grieve her for the rest of his life, or will he allow her to spend the rest of existance by his side? He has to make a decision, it all lies on his shoulders... and this time it's not Edward's choice. Decisions have been made that will alter the path of New Moon. What will Bella do now that she has found the truth? Alliances have been changed. This a a twist on "New Moon" Disclaimer: I am not, nor ever will be the Stephenie Meyer who shared her beautiful characters with us. They solely belong to her. Cheers!
This story picks up during Chapter 8 of “New Moon” (after the middle of page 193 to be exact). The morning just after Bella and Jacob went for her first ride on the motorcycle and she falls and cuts her head open. This is my version of what would/could have happened if Bella had a few things altered in her story. Enjoy!
7. Chapter 7 - Rain
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I awakened, but kept my eyes closed. I could hear the light sounds of scuffling in the background, and the stuffy air made it somewhat a hindrance to breathe. I felt the pillow beneath my head, and snuggled myself up in the comforter I was wrapped in. The sound of the birds chirping outside gave me the inclination that it was morning, and a nice day at that.
I cracked open one eye to find myself on a bed in Edward’s bedroom. I flung myself into a sitting position, rubbing my hands across my face, scanning the room for any sign of his presence.
There was nothing but the exact replica of his belongings just as they were before the Cullen’s left months ago, apart from the new bed. In my heart, I knew he was not here yet. I should have realized that immediately when he was absent in the bed next to me when I awoke.
The room was in perfect order, just as if he left it without a moments notice. I swung my legs over on the side of the bed, noticing the pink velvety pajamas pants Alice must have dressed me in, with a matching pink tee shirt to top it off. The wound on my arm, perfectly bandaged. I took a deep breath, the air no longer held the sweet fragrance that always lingered when Edward was around, just the dust moats that scattered about in the air, causing the musty smell to penetrate my nose.
I walked over to his window and cracked it open to let in the fresh cool air of the surrounding forest. The morning breeze sent in the fresh scent of dew covered pine needles, and I proceeded to open the window wide.
I wandered over to Edward’s closet and sifted through his shirts. I took a handful of sleeves and buried my face in them, cuddling the fabrics, letting memories of Edward scattered through my mind. The mere thought of being covered in something that once found it’s rightful place over Edward’s body sent a peaceful emotion through me. I found a blue cotton sweater, just right for a cool day and I stripped off the pink pajamas, pulling the sweater over my head. It fit perfectly, like it was made just for me. In my panties and sweater, I scanned the room again to find my backpack hung on the bedpost. I ventured over and pulled a spare pair of jeans, panties and socks and resumed getting dressed for the day. I gathered my forsaken hair into a ponytail and stared at myself intently in the mirror.
A knock on the door made my heart jump and I managed to squeak out a welcome. “Come in.”
“Morning sleepyhead, by the way, nice choice,” Alice pointed to my ensemble, “that color looks fabulous on you. Well, at least when you have more color to your skin. Right now you’re just ghastly Bella.” She wrinkled her nose and shook her head in disbelief, hands finding their place on her hips. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, so I just blurted out what came to mind first.
“Let’s just say the last few months have been a bit harsh on me.” I scuffled my feet and proceeded to watch the gold threads sweep back and forth beneath me.
“Well, Esme is downstairs whipping up your breakfast. It’s safe to say, she has been working on her cooking skills,” Alice grinned at me, my jaw must have slightly dropped at this news. “She was almost positive we would be reunited with you again, so she thought she should be prepared. And she is quite fond of cooking now, not that she’s had anyone to test out her creations, but still, they look like they’re supposed to.” Alice finished pleased at Esme’s prediction, even though I knew Alice hadn’t seen it.
“Wait, what?! Esme’s back?” I interrogated excitedly as I headed for the door. Alice stopped me in my tracks as she blocked my exit with a huge grin spreading across her face.
“Mmmhmm.” Alice nodded, her eyes lighting up and she bit mysteriously on her lip, a twitch I knew was customary in my habits but not hers. A human trait she must have picked up from me. Her eyes quickly lost themselves in thought, putting a finger to her chin. She soon flashed them back over at me, suddenly bursting out, “Okay, um, gotta go help Jasper finish moving the furniture back in, so just finish getting yourself ready and we’ll see you downstairs in a bit!” She pecked me on the cheek quickly and spun herself around flitting out the door shutting it behind her leaving me standing in her wake staring at her exiting form.
Perplexed, I let out a sigh. That was just Alice, I had missed her much more than I ever realized.
A gust of wind hit me from behind, sending tendrils of hair from my ponytail across the side of my face. I swiped them away as I turned to head toward the window to close it.
I leaned back, using the door as a support to stand, arms and hands pressed against the wood. My entire body refusing to accept the reality before me.
There stood Edward in front of the window, arms down to his sides, hands clenched into fists, his head bowed, and eyes closed. He was still as a statue. His jeans were dirty, obviously worn for quite a while, with rips and frays strewn about. His gray cotton tee shirt hung limply on his form, torn with streaks of dirt and remnants of the forest, debris strewn throughout his tousled bronzed locks.
I felt my breathing hitch as I took in Edward. Human reaction was to scan him in panic for any sign of hurt or danger, but it took a minute for my mind to catch up to me. Gradually, his head lifted and his eyes opened to bore into mine. I could feel my own well up with overdue tears for him, and they streamed graciously down my cheeks. I could feel my bottom lip quiver, and another blink of my eyes sent an additional spill of tears.
“Bella.” His voice groaned as the barely audible sound broke from his lips. “I…can’t…I don’t know how…I’m sorry.” The remorse released his solid coal eyes into swimming seas of black silk. He trembled as the guilt poured out from him, hands unfolding, releasing all that hindered inside his being.
I slowly demanded my feet to move me forward as I stayed fixed with his gaze. When I stood mere inches from him, I placed my hands to the sides of his face, feeling his smooth marble skin beneath my fingertips, and my eyes claimed him as I spoke the truth.
“Edward, you can never make me stop loving you. No matter where you go, what you say, my love for you is ceaseless.”
“Why? Why do you love me after everything I’ve done to you?” He swallowed hard and his voice shook as phantom tears that would never come craved to do so. He searched my eyes looking for a reason for my devotion.
I glanced over at my backpack and willed myself to go retrieve the note I had found not long ago under my aged bedroom floor. I handed it to him, and he took it carefully from my hands, staring at the folded paper.
“Where?,” he paused. “How did you find this?” Edward looked back up into my eyes, curiosity twisting through his features.
“The same beautiful rainbows that reflect off your skin from the sunlight reveled themselves to me from my lullaby CD through the cracks of the floor,” I smiled at him at the significance of everything that led me back to him. “Edward, you love me.” I stated.
“With everything in me. Always.” He reached up with his free hand and cupped the side of my face and pressed his forehead to mine as we jointly closed our eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist and breathed in his sweet fragrance, soaking in his presence, my refreshing rain. Breaking away, I grabbed him by the hand.
“Come here,” I softly pulled him over to the bed, motioning for him to sit, grief still present on his face. I made my way over to his closet and rummaged through his shirts, and pulled a long sleeve khaki thermal off the hanger, and a pair of jeans from the top shelf and took them back to Edward. Even though I knew it was impossible physically, he looked emotionally exhausted.
I reached down to pull his tattered shirt over his head and he willingly obliged, raising his arms up to surrender it. The love coursed throughout his eyes, burning into me as I mended him in the only way I knew how. I sat next to him as he turned to face me, his face still solemn. One by one, I removed the traces of twigs and fern petals from his hair as he watched me silently. He reached for his clean shirt, still gazing at me, and pulled it swiftly over his head. He stood up maneuvering his ragged jeans off, pulling his new ones into place.
He turned to face me, grabbing one of my hands, pulling me up to stand with him, intertwining our fingers as he kissed them. With his other free hand, he reached for my hair, releasing the ponytail allowing the tresses to fall, billowing down my back. He inhaled a deep breath, quickly closing his eyes and opening them once again to meet mine. Leaning in, he pressed his cold lips to mine, and heat coursed through them demanding more as I put my all into that desired kiss. His free hand greedily gripping handfuls of my hair. Unwillingly, I pulled back for a ragged breath and my heart pounded ferociously in my chest. For the first time since I was reunited with Edward, his signature smirk crept across his lips.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” Edward whispered as he tucked a stray wisp back into place.
“Thank you.” I stated, obviously taking him off guard.
His face tilted slightly to the side in question as his eyes tried to read my intentions. “For?”
“For loving me enough to come back.” I smiled subtly.
“Truly, I do,” he murmured kissing the side of my neck.
Pulling back, Edward paused for a moment, then chuckled to himself, shaking his head.
“What?” I questioned as soon as reality started to creep it’s way back into the realm of our reunion.
“My family is becoming impatient to see us,“ he grinned. “They’re giving us 15 seconds to venture downstairs, or they are going to assail our room, and their intentions are not innocent, I assure you.”
Emmett being my first thought, a look of panic must have crossed my face because Edward snickered again and lead me toward the door to greet our long awaited family.
“By the way,” he glanced at me from the corner of my eye, his crooked smile beaming, “I love that sweater on you.”
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