1. We Intertwined
Edward
The meadow was a bit difficult to get to. I'll give her that one. But it was where we could go, just the two of us. It wasn't that far, just a trek into the woods, right outside of Forks. I'd wish she'd stop complaining.
"Edward…ouch…ugh…what the…" She breathed as she struggled to find her footing and keep up with me.
"Bella" I laughed. I stopped my strides. Our fingers were interlaced yet she still was behind me a bit. The sun was peeking in through the cracks in the trees. There were beads of sweat forming on Bella's forehead and strands of her luscious chestnut hair were falling from her ponytail. The light caught those strands and painted them golden, making a slight halo around her pale, angelic face. I bit down on my teeth to prevent a laugh from escaping as I watched her shoulders heave up and down and those red circles on her face deepen into crimson.
She let go of my hand to rest them on her hips. I took the time to adjust the picnic backpack I borrowed from my mother. "Can't we have our picnic here?" She pouted. I looked around. Sure, there was a log we could sit on and trees encased us all around. But there wasn't enough sun to keep me warm.
"Sweets, we just have a little more to go. I promise." I whispered and grabbed her right wrist and gently brought it up to my lips. Her soft skin lingered on my lips and I could taste Bella—a taste of sun-kissed wild strawberries, geranium, tangerines, and salt.
Bella surrendered by, once again, interlacing our fingers so that we were one like the vines that grew all around us, and trying to lead the way. After a few minutes, we reached the threshold of the clearing. It was magnificent. The sun illuminated the circular meadow and colorful flowers populated the grass. I lead her into the middle and spread out the blanket from my backpack.
After eating, we just lay amongst the flowers together. The sun reflected off the small beads of sweat on her delicate skin, casting miniature prisms and making her shine like diamonds. I watched her dainty hand rise and fall in time with my breathing as it lay on my chest. She planted little kisses on my chest that felt like the feathers of an angels wings brushing against me as we nuzzled together in perfect warmth.
I awoke with my lungs trying to escape through my throat and out my mouth. My nostrils were filled with the smell of too sterile and too confined, no longer with the sweet smell of sun and flowers and wild strawberries and tangerines. I was cold. Too cold.
Alone.
I was alone. My fingers struggled to grip the feather pillow I held to dearly. The pounds of blankets that weigh down on me were heavy and rough yet still I shivered.
I opened my eyes and faced the dim, curtained light that barely bothered to come into the room. So I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep; to dream. To dream where Bella and I could be together intertwined.