The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 1
Pen Name: AngelycDevil
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: T
Word Count: 500
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This was beta'd by GeekChic12, who is simply bloody fantastic. *cuddles*
It's a chilly night for summertime. A cool breeze curls into the open windows, ventilating the mini-van. A lone figure rests on its beige hood. He's a tall, lanky boy with wild red hair. His eyes are closed, but his drumming fingers indicate that he's awake. There is slight movement inside the van, and a door opens, but the young boy doesn't react. A pale girl with long brown hair steps out and stares at the boy for a few seconds before joining him.
The couple drowns in silence until the boy speaks in a low, wispy tone. "How are we going to do this?" Make no mistake. He isn't going to give up on her or go back to the place he called home for that past nineteen years. Leaving that hell, even if they left behind "family", was the best decision they made, but now… they're all alone.
He sits up, his fingers buried deep in his hair. She moves with him, hugging him, squeezing lightly to let him know that she's there for him.
"You love me, right?" Her voice is muffled and low against his shoulder, but he doesn't hear a hint of the fear in it that's choking him. She's always been the brave one.
He smiles at the ridiculousness of her question. "Forever."
"Promise?"
He turns to look at her. Is she seriously asking? "I promise."
"Then we'll figure the rest out later." Her eyes bore into his, and he can tell that she's truly believes in those words. Oh, you beautiful, perfect girl...what happens when I let you down? Where will you go? What will I do without you?
He looks down as dread fills him again. He can't let her see his tears. "I shouldn't have dragged you with me. I'm sorry."
Her small fingers grasp his chin, applying pressure, forcing him to look up at her.
He's not too surprised to see fire in her eyes. No, the shock in his system is due to the warm lips that press against his own. He freezes for a mere second before reciprocating, his hand caressing the soft skin on her jaw while his other wraps around her waist, bringing her closer, and when she pulls back, the sudden rush of cool air guts him.
She takes his gaunt face into her palms to make sure he doesn't retreat back into himself. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time. Wherever we go, we'll always be together. Okay?"
How did she know exactly what to say? He'll never know, but he doesn't care. He simply immerses himself in her words, her love, for he's never felt it before. Tears sting his eyes because he knows that he's always wanted to. He pulls her closer, so her back is to his chest, and wraps his arms around her as tight as he can, as if she'll disappear if he doesn't.
In that moment, he knows that he'll never let her go.
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