Hello all, new fic from me. This was an idea I scribble down a while back, but I couldn't forget it. It hung around until I wrote some more and I quite liked writing it. Carrying it on all depends on what you all think. This is why i'm going to really ask for reviews. I know everyone demands them, but in this case, your ideas and opinioins are greatly appreciated. Be helpful and critical if needed but please no flames.

Rating may change.

Hope you enjoy. I'll post the first chapter shortly after this and then we'll see what you think.

SM

Melisa

He caught up with me grabbing my wrist and making me stumble to a stop. I couldn't fight anymore; not now. I looked everywhere but his face; refusing to be caught in his gaze and risk saying or doing something I'd regret.

What little light that had made it through the heavy cloud cover and canopy, began to ebb, giving way to the darkness. That moment – the transition from day to night – seemed fitting. The ending of another day the same moment as a part of my life ended.

However brief my time here at college with him – a few short months – I was truly sad it was ending. I wished I could stay longer, but I also knew I didn't possess the strength; the restraint; required to stay.

His smooth hand cupped my chin and turned my face; forcing my eyes to meet his.

My skin blazed at his touch; my heart fluttered at the look in his eyes. His golden, molten eyes were so deep I would have willingly drowned in them without pain or complaint.

What I wouldn't have given for a moment in his shoes; to see how he saw me; to know exactly what he was thinking.

I would have been so easy to pretend, by the way he looked at me now, that he wanted me. I didn't even need it to be real, just as long as he made it look so, I could pretend.

The breeze picked up stirring the leaves and rushing through the pine needles.

His fingertips caressed my jaw line. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip and I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling.

I knew I shouldn't have still been there. The longer I let it go on, the harder it would be when I left; the more excruciating the pain would be when my heart ripped out and stayed here with him.

The hand around my wrist loosened and snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I felt like my skin glowed; light and heat pulsing the same rhythm as my swollen heart.

"Open you eyes, please?" he barely murmured it, I couldn't be sure it wasn't the wind whispering.

A single, glistening droplet of utter bliss spilled over and rolled down my cheek. He caught it before it reached my chin and I dropped my gaze, ashamed from tainting this moment with a tear.

The breeze continued to increase as the last of the light finally died, plunging us quickly into blackness. The wind whispered through his hair, then whipped past my face, caressing it as he'd done, bringing with it his perfect scent.

I inhaled, committing the smell to memory so I could keep it with me forever.

This must have been how Mom had seen it; how it had felt to her, I thought to myself.

The reminder - of who the immortal saviour in front of me was - woke me slightly from the moment. I remembered the photo of him; the look of utter, uncompromised contentment on this angel's face. I still kept the photo underneath my pillow.

It is funny the things you realise when it is too late. Suddenly, your mind decides to do the filing and you find the perfect solutions to problems you hadn't even known existed. You see clearly the better choices to have made; the right direction you should have taken. Those famous words – what if? – are asked and you see the life you could have had; the easier life.

I sighed, knowing I had to leave; needed to get things sorted.

"I need to go. Thank you, for everything. I'm sorry for-"

"Don't," he cut in, his velvet voice intense. He placed a finger on my lips as if by not letting me say the words, they wouldn't be true.

"I need to. Please don't make this harder for me, I don't want to leave as it is," I admitted, trying to step back from his iron grip.

"Then don't do it; don't leave. Don't say goodbye," he insisted, desperation seeming to leak into his voice.

"Edward, you know as well as I do that I can't stay any more. It was…" I stuttered for the right words, "intense, and amazing and an experience I'll never forget. I don't regret meeting you or what happened, I just regret how I made things; I couldn't help it. Please." I struggled away from him and he let me go.

I begged with me eyes, pleading that he let me leave with as little pain as possible. It was going to be hard enough, without him making me believe he could actually want me to stay.

The tears fell more consistently now. Just as they ran away, so too did my will to leave. I was left trying to remember why I was saying goodbye.

I allowed myself the forbidden pleasure of touching him. I stretched up a hand to his face and laid it against his cheek. His eyes closed and he leaned into my hand.

I smiled faintly to myself. It would be so easy to stay and simply love him from a distance. I could manage it; I knew it was wrong, but where would the harm be? It's not like I'd act on it.

"It's dark, we should head back," I said, dropping my hand.

"We still have tonight," he said faintly.

"For what?" I asked hesitantly.

"To convince you to stay. To show you that you need to be here."

He half turned and reached for my hand. We walked back towards the school, our fingers entwined, my will failing with each step. This was going to be excruciating.

I know it jumps into it, but the first chapter will be from before all this. Feel free to ask questions after the first chapter but most things will be revealed in due time.

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SM