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Edward POV
Hmm…
Keys…check.
Phone…check.
Bag…check.
Underwear…check.
So what is missing? I thought as I racked my brain for something I might leave behind. I paced up and down my small but temporary apartment. I was already late to leave for my parent's house, so I decided to get out now before I stayed here all day. Not that I was eager to go to Thanksgiving at my family's rich house in Forks, but it beats sitting here watching reruns of meaningless shows on my small crappy TV all night.
I dragged my small suitcase out to the trunk of my car and hopped in the front seat. I loved this part of travelling: driving my wonderful silver Volvo. It was my present after passing my driving test from Carlisle and Esme. They'll be please to see it clean of beer cans. I smiled to myself. It was awkward to be around my family, especially now that they're all paired up with their significant other, but I couldn't deny the fact that I missed them all terribly.
I missed Carlisle's fatherly advice he gave me when I just didn't know what to do. I miss Esme's reassuring hugs and kisses that showed me there is always someone, somewhere who cares about you. Heck, I even missed my brother Emmett and all his playful headlocks he gave me. But, now he has his fiancé (Rosalie Hale, rich daughter of a CEO in some next business crap, and who shares the mutual awareness of I-don't-like-you-but-we-have-to-get-along feeling with me) there is just no escaping all the love in the house.
And that's the main reason I rarely visit my oh-so dear family.
It was getting to quiet in the car even with the occasional horning from annoyed and overworked people to the careless and most likely drunk teenagers who just got the license. I turned on the radio and much to my dismay; a frustrating pop song was playing. I quickly changed the channel before it could be all I think about.
Ahh…yes…nothing like listening to Colbie Caillat when a relaxing beat in your mind is all you need for a long drive.
If you just realize what I just realized
Then we'd be perfect for each other
And we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder
Just realize what I just realized
I'd like to realize I loved someone…but who would ever want to put up with all the crap I have had to bear with in my life? Long term relationships, or any kind of relationship of that matter, isn't really my thing. Sure I have been admired countless times, but I haven't found someone I really connect with. Ugh. Love Sucks. That's my motto in life.
It feels good to be home.
The second I walked through the front door of Mom and Dad's house everyone straight away squeezed me to death. Esme was the last to let go of course, but I appreciated and grateful that I was still welcomed in the house. Especially after the little showdown between me and Rosalie a few months ago…
Anyway, I was glad to see the house was more or less the same. I've never liked change, minor or major. To me, it felt like everything was perfect just the way it was with a few exceptions.
"Come on everyone, it's getting late and I'm sure Edward would like some rest now." Esme said, looking round the room at everyone. They were crowded around me just…staring. I ducked my head embarrassed and looked down at my feet.
Esme sighed. "That means get the hell outta here. Now."
I stared at her in shock along with Carlisle who was still there. She was never the kind to raise her voice. Esme was always the perfect mother I had pictured from when I was young. Loving, caring and passionate were three words that don't even begin to describe her. She was wonderful. Well I guess my leaving had changed something back here. And I couldn't help feeling a little guilty from that.
It seemed if Esme had been acting like that for while, judging by Emmett's reaction of huffing loudly like a ten-year-old and stomping up the stairs. Ha, looks like she got to Rosalie to, I thought as she rolled her eyes behind Esme's back and followed Emmett up the stairs.
Esme and Carlisle shared a meaningful glance, which I chose to ignore. Something about me, no doubt.
After an awkward moment, Carlisle retired to his office as he always did when I was still living here. Still a workaholic, eh Dad?
I tried to get rid of the small smirk on my face, but Esme caught me and narrowed her eyes.
"The hospital's making him work more hours now. I think this is the first day he's come home earlier than midnight. And even after that, he's had masses of paperwork to do. We haven't had any real family time in ages." She said, as she sat gracefully on the sofa.
I got to really see her face now with the small table lamp flickering next to her. For the first time, Esme looked tired. Old even. She was still pretty of course, I had always thought that, but now she looked so small and fragile I felt tears prickling in my eyes.
And before I realised what was going on, My legs had carried me over to sit next to her and I gave a small hug. We sat there for a few minutes, with Esme sniffing on my shoulder. It occurred to me that maybe me leaving, to live on my own, was a bad idea. I wanted to grow up fast, and live my life freely and travel the world. But these past three months since I got my apartment and job showed me, living alone wasn't all that cracked up to be. It was a lot of work, but the worst part is, is that I hurt my family at the same time.
I pulled away as Esme got up and went upstairs silently, thinking that I wanted some time alone. As always, she was right. All I wanted right now was to sleep.
I curled up in a ball on the couch, threw Emmett and mine's tattered, but loved blanket over me, and drowned myself to sleep in my silent tears.
Tomorrow, would be time to face them and come clean about everything. And everything…isn't really a nice tale to tell.
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