Apples and Trees
While daydreaming about the many possible scenarios for the Twilight characters, I stumbled upon one that I thought would be fun to write. So, here I am, writing another fanfic.
Twilight && New Moon characters belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.
It had been twenty-four years since I'd last seen Bella. Her presence never left my mind. The way she used to trip all the time, the way her cheeks turned a beautiful rouge, her floral scent...things I would never forget, no matter how many years passed. She would always be my Bella. And as my Bella, I needed to protect her. If protecting her meant staying away, that was one thing I had to do. I had to keep my promise. Stay strong, for Bella. She deserved a better life, one I could never give her. One full of warmth and security. She was never safe with me.
On that cool, fall day, I couldn't help but think of her and long to see her once more. Even if it was from afar...no. I couldn't do that. Though her face, in my mind, seemed to call for me. I wouldn't. I shook my head, trying to shake the memories from my mind. It didn't work. I jumped down from the tree I had been resting in. It creaked up from having been bent under my weight. I made my way into the house. Alice greeted me.
"How are you feeling, Edward?" Her voice was always filled with concern for me.
"Fine." I answered nonchalant. I walked into the living room and placed myself on the couch and turned on the TV with the remote. I needed a distraction. It didn't help when the TV showed a cooking show flashing across it's screen. I remembered learning how to cook for...not now! I told myself. I continued flipping through the channels, but every so often I'd run across something that reminded me of what I was trying to forget.
I gave up on the TV and decided my room would be the best place for exile. Alice was standing in the doorway, watching me carefully as I brushed past her.
He seems to be taking it well. She thought. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn't really want to ask.
I ran into Rosalie on the staircase and she even gave me a concerned look. I glared back at her.
"What?" I snapped.
"Nothing," She turned to keep walking but then stopped. I wonder if he even.. "Do you know what day it is?"
"Sunday," I said, though it wasn't.
"No. Today marks that you officially haven't seen Bella in twenty-five years." I stared at her for a moment. Twenty-five? Where has the year gone? I asked myself. I did the calculations. Bella would be forty-three. I tried to imagine her older than eighteen, but it was impossible. My Bella forever stayed young, in my mind.
You honestly forgot? Her voice surprised me. Instead of insulting me, her voice was filled with worry.
"I haven't been counting," I lied. I shrugged and moved fluently into my room. I could hear the muffled quibble between Alice and Rosalie downstairs.
"You told him?!" Alice was outraged. "He already feels like shit! Way to go, Rose!"
"Well, he took it okay," She seemed uncertain at her words.
"He's trying to forget, Rose! You're not making it any easier!" I could feel the anger coming off from Alice, though she was a floor below. I sighed and blocked them out. I turned on my stereo and listened to the loud beats from the band playing. I lied down on my couch and closed my eyes. My ears were tuned into the music. My mind focused on the words of the singer. The pulsing throughout my body, on the beats of the drummer. I listened to the CD about four times before I realized my only option to get rid of the sadness I felt.
I had to see Bella again.