Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just using the characters as creative output and as a way to put off doing revision and coursework.

Prologue

I'm running and running but I can't see him. My feet are pounding against the smooth floor and my shoes are making loud noises in the echoing space but I don't care. The beating in my heart tells me that I need to find him before its too late but I can't get there. I push people out the way, getting dirty looks from mothers and leering glances from the men. I can't stop to think how I look right now, I just know I have to make it to him.

As my body runs so does my mind. I see snippets of my life since he entered it and how happy I was and I see our smiles. I see his fierce protectiveness. I see our longing glances across the room at each other. I see the first night we shared when things changed. I see every passionate argument that ended in violent kisses.

Then I see last night and every fibre of my being screams at me for saying what I said and for doing what I did. I hate myself for it. I pushed him away just like I pushed everyone away, using words to make him leave. My mind gives me a sudden thought that he must hate me as I hate myself. This new revelation causes a falter in my running and I slow down to a complete stop. Why am I running to something that doesn't want to be stopped? Something that doesn't want to be stopped because of me.

Its in this moment that I realise I'm crying. Tears are streaming down my face and I do nothing to stop them. The emotional rollercoaster my life has been on over the past 24 hours has taken its toll on me and I'm breaking at the core. I can almost feel my heart splitting down the middle, half of it soon to be leaving me just like him.

"Bella?"

Isn't it enough that my heart is breaking, but does my mind need to turn on me too? Why does my consciousness want to punish me by making me believe he's here? That he cares?

I look up and realise that I'm not going mad, that he really is there. He's standing there in his camouflage uniform and he's holding his carry on bag at his side. His other hand is running through his hair, which from the unruly state it's safe to assume his hand has barely left his hair, and his faces looks as tormented and pained as I feel inside. He has never been more beautiful to me. His bright green eyes latch onto mine and the bag falls from his hands and hits the ground.

"Bella."

This time my name is more like a whimper, a prayer, begging for something. For what exactly escapes me as all I can do is stand there and stare at him. My heart aches for him, for us, for the life we should have, not the one we've been forced into by cruel acts of fate. I can't bare to be apart from him for a second longer, whether he wants me anymore or not.

"Edward!" His name comes out like a sob and we're both running towards each other. His arms open and as soon as I'm close enough I jump into his embrace. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms are around his neck, clinging on as if my life depends on it, my forehead goes to rest on his. One of his arms wraps around my back to support me and then he places his hand on my face, gently stroking my cheek.

"I'm sorry" I manage to choke out between sobs. "I love you, don't leave. Please don't leave me!" My hands leave his neck to fist themselves in his collar, almost securing him to me. I see his beautiful eyes fill up with tears and it's more than I can bare.

"Bella." After saying my name, one single tear runs down his cheek and I kiss it away. "I love you. I'll always love you. I don't want to leave and if there were anything on this earth that I could do to stay with you then I'd do it in a heartbeat."

An announcement breaks up our tearful declarations. "This is the final boarding call for the military flight 217. Would all US Military personnel please make their way to terminal 3."

The fear I feel on my face is reflected on his and I start kissing any part of his face I can reach. His hands reach up to frame my face and push me away a slight distance so he can stare, almost as if he's trying to commit my face to memory. "I love you, B" and with that last sentence he pulls me in for one last kiss.

My lips crash to his and they meld together in the perfect way they always have done. Our teeth and tongues clash as we try and say everything we can't out loud.

I'm sorry for leaving.

I didn't mean what I said.

I forgive you.

Goodbye.

I unwrap my legs from his waist and he places me on the floor gently. He reaches down to my left hand and presses my fingers against his lips. With a sad smile he turns from me, picks up his bag and walks away without a single glance back.

I collapse on the ground and embrace the blackness that's forced from the sorrow.

Okay so this is my first attempt at anything slightly fanfiction-ish.

I don't want to beg for reviews, but feedback will be greatly appreciated as I'm not sure whether to carry this on or not.

Peace&Love.
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