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-Sorry, yesterday i posted the wrong story, but here's the real one.
A/N: Alright, I know I probably shouldn't have posted this story, but I couldn't help it. Just a heads up, I haven't really planned out the whole story so it might end up like my other stories, which are still in progress. I could stop at any moment but just try to be patient with me. I started writing this after I heard the opening credits to The United States of Tara, love that show! Read and Review!
Epilogue
Watching You, Loving You
I watch her from afar, loving her from a distance. I've memorized every little detail in her features; her long silky hair, that wraps around her shoulders like a curtain. The way her lips, that remind me so much of cherry blossoms, pout, whenever she's thinking about me. Those fierce, yet sad and scared eyes, that glares through my soul, because she knows that I'm watching her. Her pearl, alabaster skin, which looks so soft, that I just want to reach out and hold and caress her. Her skin is like the sun, and I desperately want her rays to envelope me like a blanket, keeping me warm and safe. Those godly hands that have the ability to crush every student in this cafeteria, but could more than likely provide the gentlest of touches, which I so desperately want to feel on my body. And then those legs of hers; they're long, slender, and taunt me with every move she makes. I want to haul them over my shoulder, while taking her over and over again, giving her more pleasure than that big teddy bear could ever provide. I can see the want in her eyes, the desire to be near me, to know me and be with me, but she's scared. She's afraid of the consequences, because there are always consequences. She's afraid of what she might lose, her family; I don't have to worry about that though, because I've already lost everything. I've given up my family, my friends, basically my life; just so that I can live and exist for her.
She has beauty that is unparallel; it rivals that of the mighty Aphrodite, but she also embodies the wisdom of Athena. She's complex; her cold hard exterior emanates dominance, and respect, yet there is something there that is indescribable. She's fierce, yes, but nothing I can't handle. Both human males and females, find her beauty intimidating and her attitude overwhelming; unlike them, it only draws me in more. But that's just what's on the outside; in the inside, she's not cold, she's not confident, or any of that. In the inside, she's just a scared little girl, who just so happens to be an immortal vampire; though in my eyes, she's more human than these pathetic people could ever dream of. I want to know everything about her; what makes her cry, smile, laugh, yell, and I want to be the one who makes her do those things. I try to hide my thoughts from the mind reader, Edward, but I'm not so sure that I'm doing a good job at it; I know that they know.
With each passing day, I see that she is unhappy, and that her marriage is crumbling. I can feel it every time they argue; the pain she suffers is unbearable, and I hate that I'm the cause of it. I don't approach her, because it is what she desires, and who am I to deny her that? So I watch her, loving her from afar, until the day she allows me to be her existence; the day she allows me to love her. She is my heart, my soul, and my life force .She is my imprint and a forbidden love; she is Rosalie Hale.