A/N: I'm not really sure whether I'll publish this, 'coz the idea is a bit abstract right now. This will be a bit different from my previous Twilight fanfic, 'coz I'm dealing with original characters here. Haven't you wondered, all those times you read some awesome Bella/Jasper, Bella/Emmett, Bella/Nahuel or Bella/any other damn character, what happened to Edward? This is my version. This fanfic is somewhat based on what Bella said, "I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."

Disclaimer: I promise not to cry, but I still don't own Twilight. *Lower lip trembles.*

Moving on………..

PROLOGUE- Not exactly a relationship

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you

And everything that you do

-Coldplay- Yellow

The basis of their relationship was words.

They'd meet every night, under the tree near the place where the border used to exist. They both ran. She would become a silvery-grey beast and he would simply remain himself and run. They watched the stars, and they talked. They talked about everything except for the reason why they were here. And each night, for a few hours, they would be content.

Maybe deep down, they both might have known that the only place left to escape was here, where it all began.

At first, it had been a mistake. She curled his lower lip in contempt, and he ignored her. Then, they had seen each other for what they really were.

Kindred souls. Suffering from the same agony, the same overwhelming feeling of rejection that heartbreak had caused.

Slowly, they began talking. Not really about themselves. About other, trivial matters. Her brother, who amused him so much, was a popular topic. Then they'd wander off into more serious topics, books, music. Analyzing, appreciating, scorning, summarizing. And they would look at the stars, but neither would remember the times when they looked at the stars with someone else. Living in the moment was the only way they were granted peace. Because, under that tree, each night, what they both gained was peace. They would catch each other's eyes, and honey-gold would meet mercury, and they would laugh. All night long, they would talk. When the early rays of the sun shined timidly on the top of their tree, they'd nod at each other.

He'd wait patiently after she disappeared between the bushes, and when the wolf elegantly trotted out from them, he would nod at it. She would incline her head, and they would turn to opposite directions and run.

Never, not once, had they said goodbye. Nodding was the way they guaranteed that they would be there the next night too. To lessen their own pain, and to lessen the other's. It was their version of a promise, which they never phrased. They were both living proof as to how dangerous a spoken promise could be.

Later, her brother asked where she'd been.

"Around."

And thus was Leah Clearwater's and Edward Cullen's association.

A/N: So I decided to publish. Do you want this to be a one-shot, or a long fic? Please tell me. And review, even though it's short.