A/N: December 31, 2008--This story was recently edited and changed slightly, but it does not stray from the original. It is just a bit longer.
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There she sat.
Peaceful. Quiet.
Calm. Relaxed.
Beautiful.
It was a cool summer's day, no more than 65 degrees.
The wind blew gently. Her dark hair rustled in the breeze, allowing the sun to shine brilliantly on it in a new way. The red highlights in her hair gave it new dimension.
Her scent drifted swiftly towards me—freesia.
It was mouthwatering, but in a good way. She always smelled amazing, but today there was something more to her. I had never seen her this at peace with her surroundings. She always seemed to be battling with some super-natural force in her life, but at that moment, it felt as nothing could touch her. The picture was serene.
The green trees of the backyard engulfed the swing she rested at. The breeze softly rocked her back and forth, lulling her into a dreamlike state. Her heart beat was slow, calm. I could feel the warmth radiating off of her.
She held a beaten book between her smooth, pale hands. Wuthering Heights.
Again.
She never could get enough of the classics. We were so similiar in many ways, that it was hard to believe that we were not from the same time. She was perfect for me, like someone had read my mind and pulled the woman of my dreams from my head.
For a moment, she lifted her head to face the sun. Lines formed on her forehead as she tightly closed her eyes from the rays of light.
She took a deep breath and released it, completely relaxing herself.
The wind picked up again and turned the pages in her book.
Frustrated, she frowned and scrunched her nose in the most unladylike fashion.
I smiled. She was gorgeous.
Flipping thorugh the book quickly, she did not try too hard to find her page. She gave up trying to find her place in the book; she shut it and leaned her head back against the swing, eyes closed.
I heard the faint murmurs of her lullaby as she hummed it to herself quietly.
I saw the sun reflect off her ring on her left hand. My mother's ring.
My fiancé's ring.
My Bella's ring.
I would never believe my good fortune that she agreed to marry me.
Agreed to be with me for eternity.
Agreed to give up her soul—in my opinion.
Bella smiled, thinking of something that would cause her to do so.
I hoped that dazzling smile was caused by thoughts of me. I cautiously walked over to the swing, not wanting to alert her of my presence.
She was even more beautiful up close. She never believed me when I told her that she didn't see herself clearly, and she didn't. She was an angel on earth. A single red rose in a patch of yellow.
The sun reflected off her pale skin, making me rethink if she was a vampire, yet. But, I could still hear her undeniable heartbeat. Calm and steady.
She licked her dry lips slowly. I tried to suppresse the urge to groan and took a deep breath. What I wouldn't have given at that moment to kiss those lucious lips.
Her eyes fluttered open at the noise, revealing her dark irises, the dark pools in which I was constantly lost.
The sun glinted in her eyes, causing her to bring a shielding hand to her forehead to block the light.
"Edward?" she asked musically.
"Yes, love?"
"How long have you been watching me?" Her hair blew gently around her shoulders. A mischievous smile came to my lips.
"Not nearly long enough, my sweet Bella."
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