AN: So, I've tried to work on my other stories and seem to be having a lot of trouble with them. I'll have to move on and come back to them or I just might stop writing indefinitely at that pace. This is an AU story with real people at this point. I don't think I'll make this one supernatural. But I may change my mind later. We'll see how this plays out. The premise for this story was listening to the Kooks song Naive. I kept thinking about Edwards age and this idea began to build in my head. So I'm trying it out.
I'll point out, that if I was SM, I wouldn't be writing for free on Fan Fiction. So she owns these characters and I own my penchant for being the tag along younger sibling.
Prologue
How could someone so beautiful do something so ugly? Was she really that naive or was she taking me for a ride? How could someone who seemed so sweet and beautiful, be so hurtful? How could so much devastation follow her everywhere she went? She got to him. Those big brown eyes staring up at him. He could feel his heart jump and his stomach flutter. And yet the pain. He bitterly thought how he was little more than her play thing. She would call for him and he would come running, at her beck and call. Is she on his side or husband's side? He don't want to answer these questions.
She had wanted him to be an anchor. But he was like the wind without his people. How could someone so beautiful do something so ugly? So naive but so self-serving. Edward had hurt her but she was obediently stay at his side as though it were nothing. And he was no different to her. He would let her hurt him and still doggedly follow at her heel. He would still fight to have her. He would take her and all would be forgiven. He knew what she was doing was ugly. Was she really that naive?
She loved him despite everything. But was she in love with him?
A new stream lay before him. He could begin his own future. He could begin a future where he pined for her and followed her to the ends of the earth. He remembered the shell that was Bella when she came here. He was becoming that shell himself. Would his stream flow into a river to a great water or trickle down inside the land? She probably wouldn't come back. But then it had been improbable that Edward would forgive her and we all know how that turned out.
His future, his stream didn't have to include her. It was hard to picture that future. It was so easy to picture the future with her. It was so easy with her. A future without her seemed painful and endless. Could he give her a new heart? No. A wiigwaasabak remembered every mark, every fold, every tear and every hole. He couldn't give her a new heart for that blank future. Could a heart be mended? Could he mend his heart and move on? It seemed like an impossible feat to mend his own. He had been so confident, so sure. Where was that confidence now?
He had asked her to have faith in him. Faith that he could make her happy. But he couldn't make himself happy. He was letting her do the ugliest things to him. He was letting her break him. He felt anger for the first time, towards her. She had been so ready to forgive Edward. To be his doormat. Was he so like her that he would be her doormat? His future wasn't a free stream anymore. He was a stream and not made of stone like Edward. He could change and grow. She would leave her mark on his heart. But he would make his own future and he would find happiness.
So naive, so beautiful and yet: so ugly.