AU: All Human

Twilight Fan Fic

Preface

The park was quiet. Or as quiet as it could be in the middle of Seattle, Washington. I could hear the sounds of traffic making its way down main street and the squealing of breaks on a nearby train. That all seemed very far away, though.

My mind was surprisingly blank after our close call. This party had definitely been a good one, but the cops had been cracking down lately and busted everything before three o'clock. Not that it bothered us.

Edward and I, not wanting the night to end, decided to walk to the park a couple blocks down.

He, unlike me, looked pretty beat. His face had a sweaty sheen to it and he had dark circles under his eyes. I wonder if he got into a fight. I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

I smiled suddenly. The type of smile that is so powerful that it hurts your cheek muscles. I lived for nights like these. Sitting at a park after a party, smoking cigarettes with my best fried. I never wanted it to end.

Edward's hand was dangling down from between our swings while he puffed on a Marlboro. I slid my hand into his and gave it a small squeeze. He smiled over at me, looking pretty punch drunk.

"What are you smiling so big for? We almost just got caught by the cops." he asked, flicking his filter onto the ground.

"I know, but it was fun wasn't it?" He laughed loudly, almost too loudly. I looked around, expecting to see flashing blue lights at any moment.

"Yeah it was pretty funny." I felt him squeeze my hand gently, then he let it go and stood from his swing. He walked a little ways over to a picnic table and took a seat. I knew he wanted me to follow him so I got up and took the spot across from him.

It was quiet for a while again, just the sounds of the city and Edward picking at the paint on the table. Suddenly he cleared his throat.

"Listen, I have something to tell you." His voice was completely serious and I was instantly wary.

"It's bad." He said.

"Okay, so say it."

"I'm moving away."

I couldn't processes the words at first. They were meaningless until I saw the look on his face.

"What do you mean 'your moving.'"

"Away, like for good." His voice dropped a little, like a whisper. That's when it hit me.

"No you can't!" I say, because he just can't. What am I going to do with out him? He's my best friend. My only friend. Who else could I trust in this hell hole?

"I have to. My dad...he met someone. And you know- after my mom.." He didn't finish but I knew what he was saying. After his mom died, his dad had never been the same.

"You could stay with me." I say, even though I know that could never happened.

He snorted, "Yeah, like your mom would let me."

"Then I'll come with you." I really want to believe I could, board a plane to where ever he was going and never look back. That fantasy seemed like just that: a fantasy.

He took a deep breath and grabbed my hands from across the table. "I just want you to know that I'll never forget you. You're...my best friend."

"No!" I yank my hands away from his, "That's it? You're just going to leave? When? Tomorrow? Monday? In a week?" I start pacing the length of the picnic table. "Where are you even going anyway?"

"Forks" He say's, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Forks? Where's that?" I stop in front of him.

"About three hours that way." He jerked his thumb behind him.

I suddenly feel so tired; the long day weighing on my shoulders. Tears glass over my eyes and I can feel my lip start to quiver.

Edward hears me sniffling and jumps up from the table, "No, please, don't cry." He takes my face in his hands, putting his forehead against mine. "Shhh, it's okay. It'll be okay."

"No it won't! How is it going to be okay?" I say thickly through my tears. His fingers wipe the salt water away from my cheeks and brush my hair behind my ears, trying to calm me down.

"Look at me." I do and I feel like I might start cry again. I've never seen Edward like this and it made my heart break. His eyes were round and red, the green shade of his iris's standing out bright in contrast. I could tell he was trying hard not to cry himself, "We'll see each other again. I promise."

And I believed him.