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A/N: Pairing - Edward/Bella. Prompt - secret.
Secret
It's her secret.
Tucked deep away in her heart it feeds on her silence, tormenting until it encompasses the hollow of her chest. It's hard to breathe. Impossible to sleep. He must know.
She's meeting him at the diner. Their diner.
It's raining.
She's huddles under the red umbrella, the staccato of her heels echoing into the night. Rounding the corner she sees him, soaked in the warm light spilling through the windows and the cold rain. She stops and opens her mouth and then his is upon hers. It's out in the open.
Her sweet anguish is his, too.