This is just a small vignette I wrote, partially inspired by Edward and Bella. I'm very fond of it :) All constructive criticism welcome (and maybe some likes?) :)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the infallible Stephenie Meyer.
The Evergreens ~~
I knew he was leaving. That I would never see him again. I could feel it in the core of bones, in the fiber of my
tendons, in the roots of my scalp. I could feel my body lock down for the impact of his definite words. I have to
go. I laid back against the cool cobalt sheets. I breathed in the musty smell of the attic and watched the dust
motes dance in the one sliver of light that peaked through the grey blanket of clouds and streamed through
the wide bay window. The peeling beige paint seemed to cling to the wood paneled walls like it was on it's last
breath. Just as I knew I would feel in a few short hours. But for now I let the fiery heat from his skin burn into
my back and his scorching hand leave a trail of flames across my face. I leaned my cheek into his palm and he
cradled my face against his chest. I would remember his smell for as long as I lived. It was the sea waves
crashing against the rain soaked pavement of the Shore Highway. It was the evergreen trees bending and
dancing in the unrelenting ocean winds. It was the sun warming up the damp earth after 165 days of rain and
cold. It was a cup of boiling chamomile tea and the heavy, sweet cream that was stirred into it. He shifted
slightly and brought his face down to meet mine. We lay parallel on the wide bed, surrounded by the thick
comforter and all the words we didn't want to say. Goodbye. His arms encircled my back and he pulled me
flush against him. I nuzzled my face into his neck and sighed, letting my breath wash over his heart. His
fingers rubbed small circles into my back, attempting to rub out the brick of anxiety that resided there. I wove
my legs between his in a futile attempt to fuse my body with his. I could feel our hearts beating against our
skin, aligned. The salt of my tears had long dried on my face, forming a soluble mask. My nails dug into my
palms, forming silver crescent scars. Don't go. Don't leave me. Two hours passed. My heart beat faster, my
salt mask still in place. My skin burning, my limbs were iron around him. One breath, two breaths. The weight
in the bed was gone. He stood above me, looking at me like he was seeing the sun for the last time. I knew it
was too painful for him to acknowledge what what happening. It was for both of us. He brushed his hand across
my face, lingering on my lips. And then the sea waves ceased to crash, the sun went dark, the tea stopped
boiling, the evergreens were still.