(A/N: hey dudes, im not a big fan of fluffy stuff, but I have to add a little right? This is about a love story after all… don't blame me if there isn't enough umm fluffyness for you)
Disclaimer: you know the drill
Edward pov
Even after the decision was made, I wanted to badly to hug her, to just even see my Bella. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same face under my lids, laughing, crying, teasing, sleeping, and eating. The pain was so great that I tempted myself to go back to Forks just to see her even for a second.
I was in the dark somewhere in the sewers, the pollution was so thick that there was a slight haze, I didn't allow myself to breath I case I accidentally thought of Bella's floral scent. A rat crawled onto my shoe and I made no move to kick it off. I felt it nibble my shoelace, and I let my pitch black eyes, filled with thirst, fall to the rat, grateful for the distraction.
I heard footsteps near the entrance of the hole and I stared up boring hole into the workman's back. I climbed up the other entrance and walked through the cloudy afternoon, as some girls came to stare at me and I blocked their thoughts just for something to do. They followed me for a while and I soon lost them in the sea of people.
I then came across an empty alley. There was a green dumpster that had a bunch of rotten stuff in it and I didn't bother to confirm it with my nose, not that I wanted to. I sat behind it and this place not only had rats but had flies swarming around falling on leftover food.
I pulled my legs close to my body and wrapped my arms around them, trying to keep myself together. The sun had come up now and I sent arrays of sparkles of my skin.
I watched as a fly landed on my jeans and was shocked to not only see that I wasn't really a fly but a beautiful butterfly. What was it doing here in a dumpster where it didn't belong?
I moved my pale white slender finger to stroke it lightly expecting it to fly away; instead it continued to walk up my jeans. It was beautiful unlike the ones I had seen many times before in my life. Beautiful like… Bella.
The edge of its wings were outlined in black and turned brown where it cut into its body. The wings were fanned down in purple as I made strange swirls and cuts into the red where it vividly out shadowed the yellow. The same like the others yet different yet very different just like Bella.
Then another butterfly flew out of the gleam. This one plain yet as interesting as the other one, the sunlight reflected off its pure, snowy white wings and flashed away. Just like me I realized.
The Bella Butterfly, as I nickname the beautiful one, flew up to greet silvery colorless one. They began a courtship dance and then they broke apart too shortly. The ashen butterfly flew away as fast as it could leaving the Bella Butterfly alone. It seemed torn and broken, as if the living soul in the creature need a mending. It looked at me with pleading eyes. I picked it up with one hand and used to other to stroke the feathery texture of its smooth wings and I made another decision. I was going back, no matter what. If this was what I had done to Bella then I needed to fix her. I stood up and whispered to the Bella Butterfly, "Thank You."
It seemed to understand, and I looked into the butterfly's eyes and it seemed all too intelligent for it to comprehend but it did and that was all that mattered. The sun glanced off something and I realized the same white butterfly from before and I knew with shame that it somehow represented me.
The white butterfly stood a few inches away from the Bella Butterfly and as if asking for her back, it walked the remaining inches and nudged her with his head and I searched for meaning in Bella Butterfly's multicolored eyes. And then suddenly the flew up together and circled each other again and again disappearing in the bright sun...
I needed to return to Forks. I needed to return home to Bella-My Bella…