Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Oh My Stars
We are under the stars.
The only thing that separates us from the cosmos is the tree fronds, swaying lazily in the midnight breeze. I reach up a hand, watch my slender fingers curl, and pretend I can touch the universe with my fingertips.
I see his hand then, sliding up my forearm to mold his fingers against my own. They twine and twist together until the only difference in our flesh is color. My own pearl skin seems starkly white against his oak tinted hand and it makes my heart ache, for a moment, for humanity.
His pulse beats furiously through the thin skin of his wrist and I bring it to my lips and place a cool, open mouthed kiss there. I feel it jump with adrenaline and I laugh, feeling him smile beside me.
The forest around me is a blur as he pulls me atop of his warm body, his hand still wrapped securely around my own. I look down, a smile still lingering on my lips as I take in the sight of him, always like it's the first time. (I never know when it's going to be the last.)
I can see stars in his eyes, so dark they seem to never end and I can feel myself tumble, head first into their depths. His lips whisper against my eyelashes, moving with words I cannot hear, only feel.
My chest feels hollow without a heart beat there, though I cannot remember ever having one. And though he is immune to my gift, my foresight, I see something flicker behind the images I see before me. It is as if I am willing myself to see a future I so incredibly yearn for.
Self-made memories flash before my eyes though I can see Jacob's face clearly, confusion growing with each passing silent moment, and my very breath stops completely. I see it all: my humanity, our life together, our death together.
It is as though I am seeing a future that might have been, that could be, on some very distant plane of existence. The unknowable breaks my unbreakable heart and I collapse onto his chest in ruins. Tearless sobs wrack my body, and for a moment he freezes before wrapping his large arms around my so very small body.
"Alice..."
He whispers my name like he's soothing a child and it hurts, even worse, because there's emotion behind it. Love and compassion and care, things I thought I had been so familiar with before him. Before he changed it all and the knowledge that our unspoken plans and dreams are so utterly impossible tears me in two.
I want him, need him so very much that I tremble in his embrace and pray, I pray until the words repeat themselves rhythmically in my mind that the sun will not come up to tear me away from this man, this love of mine.
I do not think I can bear to face another day without him.
Yet just when those delicious dreams begin to pull me asunder, images flicker once more, and I know that I will.
But only because I must.
OTP for life.