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Just an average morning
The sun begins to rise among the many trees of Forks, and Bella moves quietly on his chest. He smiles; as much as he loves to watch her sleep, the sight of her awakened brown eyes is a miracle he is still amazed of.
He runs a gently hand over the mess of her hair, her exposed skin, memorizing again every texture and color she has, even though he knows them by heart, because he will never get enough of her. Just as Bella will never get tired of feeling his icy skin over hers, of entangling her fingers on the most beautiful bronze hair she has ever seen.
He is hers. She is his.
There isn't any other truth like that one.
Bella whispers something in her sleep one more time. She says something incoherent about tests and French fries, and he thinks it's hilarious even though they're just loose, simple words. And then, for the millionth time since he's met her, she says his name next to the words he likes to hear the most: "I love you". He answers in a cold whisper "I love you too", and she smiles, even asleep she smiles, because even unconscious she melts when she hears him say something she doesn't quite believes entirely. Because he is too perfect for someone as clumsy as she is, though Edward thinks she is too heavenly for a being such as he.
Foolish love birds.
Deep down they know they are perfect for each other.
Made to match.
Her breath becames quicker and her heart sing to him the sweetest melody he'll ever hear.
She's about to awake. Even though he has lived over a hundred years, he feels as he has just begun living. And as he watches her uneasy eyelids, he knows that the time he'll spend by her side will be the only one worth the memories, even if she isn't there. The mere thought brings a painful twinge to the dead heart, diminished inmediately by the wonderful sight of the two beautiful brown eyes he loves. "Good morning, sleeping beauty" he whispers. She smiles and clings to him tighter through the huge sheet that covers her. Bella won't ever get tired of shivering with his diamond-like skin, of being amazed with his golden eyes. "Good morning" she answers.
Then they look in the eye, and they forget Charlie, forget School, and forget the entire world.
He only exists in those deep chocolate eyes, and she only exists in his warm golden orbs.
He loves her.
She loves him .
And so be it for centuries and centuries, until the end of infinity and the last eternity.
Hi! Well, this was a one-shot I gave to my best friend for her birthday, and she liked it so much that she made me translate this. I hope you like it, and forgive my mistakes -my english is far from perfect!-
*Thank you for passing by.
Midnight.