All that is Meyer is hers. All that is Me is mine, so ask before you use it.
Welcome to this little tale that I have been working on. It's not much and I admit that what you read below will be interesting but it's just barely the start.
Prologue
How ironic was it that I was staring at the Eiffel Tower with the one person who had never seen the real thing? Was this cheap imitation enough to satisfy? The visual beauty was stunning, but it could never surpass the original. I couldn't get it out of my head that the structure outside my window was really an exact replica of my life. Beautiful and perfect but not based on reality.
"How can you deny the undeniable truth?" he slowly walked up behind me and snaked his hands around my waist.
My internal reverie was not helping this situation. I needed to focus. There were things that must be said.
"My decision was made long before you came along. I have to see this through." I know that time is a cruel companion, especially when you allow it to dictate your decisions.
His breath caressed my earlobe as he let out a sigh. "Don't tell me that you don't feel this? That you don't have doubts? A lifetime is a pretty hefty price to pay for a maybe." His whispered words stung.
Maybe?
Was that what I was doing? Putting all my eggs in one basket when I wasn't sure? Was I just reacting to those old feelings and memories of our time together? Were we not supposed to be together?
His warm fingers electrified my body as his lips slowly made contact with my neck. Coherent thought was currently unavailable. If his tongue went any further I knew I'd be done for.
"I can't...do this." I replied a bit breathlessly. My fingers wanted to reach up and grab him and pull closer. I was fighting a losing battle.
"Tell me Bella, what do you really want?"
And at that point, I honestly didn't know.