Beautiful Hokay, so I don't like the idea of Bella being a vampire. Honestly. I prefer her being a fragile little thing so Edward can protect her forever. But I'm not Stephenie Meyer. So I have to follow her rules. But that's what fan fiction is for, right?
For the record: this is Edward's perspective.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. We are merely worshippers. Or maybe you are. I'm just a passing fan.
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So here I am. Sitting in the meadow on a rare sunny day in Forks with Bella, my love, and this notebook. Bella has recently confessed about how worried she is over me. About how much I'm constantly troubled with my muses. To fix this, she bought me a journal from her trip to Seattle with Alice. It was a nice gesture, yet unnecessary. If I wanted relief from my perpetual train of thoughts, I would have done this decades ago, but I know how much Bella would appreciate me doing this for her. So I am forcing myself to write down my thoughts. For her, at least.
Bella. My love is peacefully asleep by me as we lay in the cool grass, her head resting in my lap. Though her eyelids are shut, her eyes wander in the deepest part of her sleep. It is so satisfying just watching her on me. I am almost tempted to touch her cheek but I resist for it might stir her from her blissful resting.
What is she dreaming? How I wish I knew. How I wish she knew all the things she did to me. The way my dormant heart beats belongs to her. How she lingers on my mind every moment of my existence. If only she knew.
Suddenly, the sweet angel laughs in her sleep! That charming smile on her lips, how I want to trace it with my fingertip. I want to tell her how much she means to me, how much she drives me mad with adoration for her.
Her laughing wakes her up. Her eyes slowly open to tiny slits as she gazes up at me from my lap.
"Hey," she greets, a small grin on her lips.
If only she knew what she does to me. The smell of her breath is sweeter than a million roses. I breathe only to smell it.
"Hey," I reply, finally granting myself permission to touch her soft, warm face.
"I fell asleep," she realizes, her voice exhausted and embarrassed.
"Yes, you did," I confirm, resting my hand on her cheek.
Her skin is so warm underneath my frosty fingertips. I only yearn to give her the same warmth she gives to me.
"I had a dream about you," she reveals.
"Really? About me?" I ask in disbelief. How could a monster like me possibly have any place in a mind as beautiful as hers, if it was not in a nightmare?
"Yes," she says as she pulls herself up to a sitting position. She leans against me so to sit between my legs. "You told me you loved me."
She does not need to sleep for me to tell her such a simple way to express my affection, my obsession for her. I could go on about how and why I adore her for all of my existence.
"I do," I told her, wrapping my arms around her middle.
"And you kissed my nose," she half-turns to me to admit, blush creeping to her cheeks.
The blush looks lovely on her cheeks. I only wish it would stay there forever.
"That made you laugh?" I ask as I admire the crimson on the only side of her face I could see.
"Sort of," she answers.
She twists in her seat and I give her a light kiss on her nose, making her giggle. I lean my head in so the tip of my nose grazes hers as her eyes gently shut. She gently rests her head on my stone shoulder and sighs. We fall silent as I just watch her breathe evenly and calmly, her serenity taking my breath away.
"Then what is it that really made you laugh?" I press as I breathe in her scent, but she has already fallen back asleep.
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There you go, kids. Review, por favor? It'll make me happy!!