I hope everybody reading this understands that I do not wish to own the characters, they are Stephenie Meyer's. My first fanfic. Don't be too harsh. Well, what are you waiting for? Please read and review! Bella's point of view. Enjoy!
I woke to the familiar cold fingers stroking my cheek. "Time to wake love." I groaned and turned over groggily and my eyes met his smoldering ones. The sleepiness was gone.
"G-good morning." I stuttered, still dazzled by his beauty.
He chuckled. "Good morning love."
I yawned. It was my last day being human, and I wanted it to be just us. "Do you think we could go to our meadow today? I mean we don't have to if its too much trouble for you running-"
He silenced me with a finger on my lips. "Anything for you." And then his lips were on mine. I had to break away soon, too soon. "I'll give you a moment to get ready."
I threw on a pair of jeans and the first sweater I could find, not caring if it matched or not. Of course, Alice would tell me anyway.
When I opened the door, he was there waiting. "Hungry? This is your last breakfast, you should have something nice. I'll ask Esme to cook pancakes for you."
"That's okay Edward. I'll just have cereal."
"Don't you want something better?" He questioned.
"I already have everything I could ever want." After that he let me pour a bowl of cereal and milk. I finished as quickly as I could, staring at Edward the whole time.
So quick that I didn't even know how it happened, the bowl was in the sink and I was in his arms. "Ready?" He smiled.
"Yes." Then we were flying, everything blurring around me. We were there quickly and when he set met down I was dizzy. He took my hand with one if his, and wrapped the other around my waist to make sure I wouldn't fall over. When I recovered, we both lay down on the soft grass.
Neither of us said anything for a while. The silence wasn't awkward but comfortable and we laid there hand in hand.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked me.
I grinned, because he doesn't ask that to many people. "Tomorrow. Forever."
"Are you scared?" He looked genuinely concerned.
"Not because of the pain. But because of the wanting." I explained.
"It'll pass. I promise." And I believed him.
"Are you scared?"
"No. I know for sure that I'll be in control. I could never do anything to hurt you. It will be very hard for me to see you in pain."
"As long as you're there. It will be nothing compared to when you left," His features immediately contorted in pain and I immediately regretted ever bringing that subject back up. "Don't feel bad. I forgive you." I tilted my head up and pressed my lips to his. He kissed back affectionately and when I had to break away for air, he just moved to my throat.
"I will never, ever leave you again."
"Promise?"
"Promise." And once again our lips were thrown into a passionate kiss. And I truly, sincerely believed him.