I heard my love, my life; sigh contentedly into my side signaling she had fallen asleep. Unconsciously I pulled my best friend into me and felt her last words melt into my scarred skin. "How dare I enjoy this so." Yes; how dare we enjoy this? She was my best friend, we were never meant to be lovers but that didn't stop us. Her friends and family surely would not approve but it didn't matter, nothing mattered. I smiled as she whimpered my name in her sleep. "Edward." We shouldn't be feeling these feelings, doing these acts but it was too late to stop. My lips met hers in what started as a chaste caress, I didn't mean to wake her but knowing that in just a few short hours we would have to go back to reality and pretend to be just friends I couldn't give these moments up, couldn't take them for granted. When she was fully awake we moved together, moaned together, came together in every way possible, we were together. "We could run away." I whispered against her lips. I felt her smile against me. "We could but we'd miss what we left behind." I thought of the expression 'Gone but not forgotten'; surely they would come looking to apologize if it really came down to leaving… but when I saw her face I knew she was right. We'd miss them terribly. They were our lifelines, the only things keeping us here, the only things keeping us apart. "I won't let them keep us apart anymore." I stated simply. I wondered how the conversations would go; would I be courageous enough to tell her dad? I could only imagine. 'Excuse me, Chief Swan, well… I'm in love with your only daughter- yes I know she's my best friend, but I love her.' I imagine that conversation wouldn't go too well, I'd probably turn his face blue from his rage then have to look him in the eyes as he pulled his gun out to shoot me. He had never liked me, always said I was too 'Sensitive'. That I wasn't a real man. I always stopped after that, figuring he'd kill me no matter what, but also because I wasn't so masochistic as to think of the disgusted and disapproving faces of my friends, our friends. They constantly told us we would never work, that there was no use in trying because no matter what they wouldn't approve but they knew nothing. We lay together again, fully sated and exhausted then drifted peacefully to sleep together, my arms possessively bound around her waist.

I woke the next day to a cold bed and screaming from the other room. As quickly as possible I rushed out to see what was happening and I was furious. Our 'friends' had Bella backed into a corner and were standing over her, taunting and yelling until she cried. I pushed past them with all the force I could muster and immediately crouched down shielding her from their hurtful words. Something inside me snapped when I heard my own brother, my flesh and blood call her a whore. I stood up abruptly and screamed at them that they should be happy that we're happy, that they didn't deserve to know her, that we didn't need them anymore. They all looked on with hateful eyes and left just as quickly as they came, promising to never come back. "We could run away." She whispered my words from earlier. And so we did, leaving everything behind us.