My one and only disclaimer. I don't own Twilight. This story though? 'Tis mine.
Chapter One
The lights flickered and popped above the weathered tin-roof overhang. A beautiful woman stepped out of her expensive car, the sleek black sedan a stark contrast to the chipped, peeling paint of the building exterior it was parked beside.
At the other end of the lot, a much less conspicuous car pulled behind the first row of rooms. The door swung open. A man, with equally good looks to the dark haired woman, tugged at the lapels of his trench coat and fitted a heather gray fedora over his slicked back hair.
He scanned the deserted lot with suspicious eyes. He knew better than to believe they were truly alone. Not anymore. When his eyes met those of the dark haired woman, they softened, his posture relaxed. Her smile was small and sad. He expected it. He felt the same sadness.
He moved with slow measured steps, drinking in every inch of her. "Hey," he whispered, his eyes lingering on her lips as he pushed his fingers into her hair, his palms resting against her neck.
The woman's eyes filled with tears as she clutched his wrists. "I was afraid you wouldn't come."
"Isabella, as long as there is a breath left in my body, I will always come to you."
Twin tears rolled over her flawless makeup. "Then you understand why I was afraid."
He pulled himself free from her hair and lifted her hands to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss on each of her palms, he nodded. "Yes. But I'm not done yet. We're not done yet."
"How long?" Isabella asked, already backing them toward room 34.
Edward shrugged and dropped his gaze, unable to stand the thought of watching her beautiful face crumble when he answered. "Hours at most."
He felt Isabella stiffen, but she made no sound. When he looked up, her eyes were dry and her expression was determined. It was clear that she refused waste a moment of their last night together crying about circumstances neither of them could change. Their fate had been sealed a long time ago.
"Then let's make the most of it."
A/N
Sup y'all. This is something I wrote for Julie for her b-day. Ooza looked it over because I refuse to post a word without her eye. It's a drabble. It'll be short. The entire thing should be posted before the weekend is over. I hope you like it!
See ya soon!
~Liv