Author's note: You know the deal – I do not own any of the characters related to 'Twilight' or 'New Moon'. Those belong to the great Stephenie Meyer, and I can only bow to her greatness.
Author's note 2: This is just a random oneshot that was abusing my brain, and wouldn't leave until I finally wrote it. But I am quite proud of the finished product. I'm a sucker for happy endings.
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The room was in complete disarray; pieces of broken glass and porcelain glittered on the carpet, one closet door hung off its hinge, and somehow there were large water stains on the ceiling. Rosalie shrieked in anger and snatched another decorative vase from her vanity. She cursed loudly and hurled the object across the room. The flowers and water contained in the vase flew onto the carpet; Emmett waited until the last possible second before quickly dodging the flying object. The fact that the vase did not hit her intended target did not go unnoticed by Rosalie, and she let loose another shriek of fury.
Emmett, who was just as angry as Rosalie, responded, not by throwing something in retaliation, but by punching one of the posts of the large four poster bed that he and Rosalie shared when they were not angry with one another. The thick wood cracked as if it was a toothpick, and splinters went flying in every direction. One particularly large piece smacked Rosalie's upper arm. Even though it didn't actually hurt, she snarled at Emmett. "Idiot!" she hissed at him.
Emmett stopped. He was standing several feet from Rosalie, in front of the bay windows of their room, and though the sunlight shone in Rosalie's eyes, she could clearly see his pained expression. He turned slowly and sat on the edge of their bed, his back to Rosalie, and sighed deeply.
The minutes ticked by slowly. Emmett simply stared out the windows into the surrounding forest, not saying a word. The mattress shifted beneath him, and he felt slight pressure as Rosalie laid her head on his broad shoulder. She slowly slid one her hands into Emmett's. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"