When the stars align
I felt like I was being whipped, only it was just the snow and the wind. The last few days had been cloudy and it had changed in to stormy weather. Even if I should not have been able to feel cold, I did. And I had since June. 7 months, 3 weeks and 5 days since that day in June, when she left me.
The flowers in the meadow had been soft pink and purple, and the leaves on the trees had been bright green. Summer had just begun in Forks. The sun shined and the sky was clear blue. She was still pale, and her perfect blush and her fast heartbeat was still the most significant part of my life. If I could look at her and listen to her heart every minute of my life, I would give anything to. And I had. All that she wanted was me, and I gave that to her.
As I was alone now, so I decided to cheat. I thought of her. Of her heartbeat and the feeling of the heat from her skin near mine. Of her smell, floral somehow. Of the warmth in her cheeks when she looked at me, the blushing pink. That day, I had looked her in the eyes, her warm chocolate eyes, and whispered I love you. I still love you, I thought to myself.
Come back, come back to me. Oh, if I had just said those words then. That warm, sunny, horrible day. She wanted to go for a walk, to the meadow. Out of town, into the forest. To our meadow. As we came close to the field, she slowed down. Took my hand, and lead me trough the think vegetation. We stood in the middle of the meadow, and she let my hand go. She never did that. "I want you to go away" she had said, her voice hard, yet awkward. "I don't want you anymore." I felt my chest fall apart. My heart, which did not beat, died. Every piece of my body shut down. It felt like I was falling. It still does. She had turned her back to me and walked away. When she came to the edge of the forest, she had turned around. "I will always love you, somehow. I'll come back when it's right, when the stars align." When the stars align.
I looked up at the dark sky. The stars shone bright, and the snowing had stopped. The ground in the forest was covered in white. I could still feel her warm touch. The feeling of having her in my arms, her hands in mine, her lips against mine the last time. In the meadow. The last time I had been there was June, that day, when she left me. But I had to go back. I felt that I had to go back now.
As I walked past the last trees, I felt warm. Like something was different. Like a sun was shining. I slid past the last tree blocking my way. Then I heard it, a slight heartbeat.
And there she sat, in the middle of the meadow. Bella.