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Title: All That I Have
Banner #: 205
Pairing: Edward & Bella & Garrett
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating/Disclaimer: M / All publicly recognizable characters, settings, situations, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is
intended.
Summary: Though miles seperate them, there is always a connection.
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All that this takes is all that I have.
All that I have, I give to you.
It's jagged edges are weathered, and worn with time. The weight of it is heavy in my hands.
In my heart.
I let go. I let it drop.
I give it to you like all of the others.
Feeling as used and abused as the metal in this box, I can't help but wonder.
Will I ever be free?
To be with you?
While those miles separate us, there is always a connection.
A strong one.
"Hello?" My heart drops.
It's not you.
It's him.
He's where I should have been. He's where I should be. It should be me answering.
If I were where I was supposed to be.
If I were where you are.
But, I'm not.
He is.
"Cullen, is that you?" I don't answer. He knows who it is.
He yells your name, and I sense you nearing.
You know who it is too.
I feel the tension this is causing. It's the same tension it always causes and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I do this to you.
You deserve better than this. You've found better than this.
In a perfect world I wouldn't exist and you could have it.
But, I do.
And, you can't.
I hear you breathing, and I cherish that breath.
"Edward?"
Yes, it's me. It's always me.
Me and you.
It always has been. It always will be.
Just not the way we want.
Not yet.
But, someday.
"Bella."
It's barely a whisper, and with a pregnant silence I convey all the things I can't say.
I shouldn't say.
I won't say.
But, I want to.
Like, I think of you always.
You're all I think about.
I want you to know every song I write is for you. I write them about you. Every song is a love song.
I hate them.
I hate this.
I love you.
Feeling trapped, and attached as the objects in this box, I confess to myself what should be whispered softly in your ear.
Does he whisper in your ear?
Does he tell you what I can't?
What I shouldn't?
What I won't?
But, what I want to.
I hear you start to speak, but then silence.
And, though our connection never breaks, it would seem our time is up.
But, just for today.
Tomorrow, I know, will bring me back here.
The place where I let it go. I let it drop.
Where I can give it to you until I can be with you.
And, while it might be weathered and worn, it's all that I'll have.
I'll give it to you.
I'll give it to you like all of the others.