AN: So this is a one-shot I did because I was depressed and it kept replaying in my mind and writing it down was the only way to make it stop. Fair warning there might be more of these because I have several floating around in my head. This isn't really Twilight centered but it was just easier to put it in the Twilight category. Be warned it's sad I just watched the season finale of Vampire Diaries (Team Damon)!
I walked into our home hoping to be able climb in the shower and wash away the disappointment this day was and then cuddle up with popcorn, hot chocolate, and the comfort that the TV remote provided me with. I dragged myself through the living room, into the hallway, and towards the bedroom door. Odd I don't remember shutting it when I left for work this morning. Edwards's car was in the drive way he must be taking a nap. Good, he works way too much. I quietly opened the door hoping not to disturb him. I expected to see him sprawled out on the bed enjoying all the space he had to himself, apparently I hog the bed. I was met with him peppering kisses down a sleeping woman's arms. I wanted to scream, to yell, to wake that bitch up from the perfect sleep she was having courtesy of my mattress and silk sheets. But I made a gasp and his eyes met mine, I could see the panic in them but his arm did not leave her body and I knew I lost him. I remember looking into his eyes the first time we met and telling myself that this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I remember the light I saw when he asked me out, when he proposed to me, and when we got married. For months now I could see that light fading and I tried to convince myself that it was just a phase. Looking into his eyes now, there was no light. I looked at him, I smiled, I whispered 'I love you' as I slowly took his mothers wedding ring off of my hand and placed it on the dresser to my right. I looked back up at him and I nodded my head once, a silent conversation that what we had was gone and that he had my blessing to find happiness elsewhere.
I walked down the hallway, passed our wedding pictures. Passed the living room with the furniture it took us weeks to get because we couldn't agree on a color. Passed the kitchen I burnt our first meal in and where I finally learned to make the best birthday cake. Passed the dining table we christened with our love the minute we brought it home because we wanted to be more spontaneous. I walked out through the doorway he carried me through after we got back from our honey moon. Down the driveway and into my car he always made fun of; that I owned a hybrid but didn't believe in global warming. I drove passed the mailbox we hand-painted what I swore looked like birds but apparently were clouds. Only when I got down the road to a stop sign did I finally shed a single tear. It wasn't a tear of anger or disappointment or even sadness. No it was a tear or realization. A realization that some love stories are short stories but they are love stories all the same.