Can I Be Your Memory?
(bella; new moon)
I never wanted to forget him. He was there, of course. With each breath, with each step, and with each heart beat. But Edward was slowly fading with time, those golden eyes less smoldering, his sparkling skin less bright, that beautiful face less dazzling. Now, only his voice remained fully intact, making itself heard whenever it felt the need, whenever I was in danger.
I lived for these moments. They grew more frequent when I realized what the trigger was. I knew it was crazy, perhaps only subconsciously, but that was better than not knowing at all.
I wonder. Did he know I was crazy? Is he crazy, too? Does Edward hear my voice, each and every time he puts himself in danger, my pathetic human voice screaming for him? Or has he completely forgotten me, as he did all of his human memories? Was I still fresh in his memory?
I'll never know.
Inspired by Memory- Sugarcult. Please review.