i don't own the essence of this writing-ness, only the words in which is in interpreted! please don't sue me!!! i know this all belongs to S.M.
this is from Bella's POV and it's the scene from the meadow in twilight...enjoy!
I hadn't known what to expect; what to prepare for. I'd read books about love, and I'd thought I knew what to expect; but this was far from anything I'd imagined in my wildest dreams; but it wasn't a dream.
When I first saw him in the sunlight that day, I was beyond amazed; I was dazzled. He said later that he was terrified; but of what? Did he think I'd run away, or be afraid? How could he think so little of me that something as beautiful as him would frighten me? But I will admit, that when he approached me, I was intimidated; not by his sparkling skin or the fact that he could in fact kill me at any moment. No, none of those things matter. It was the look in his eyes; they weren't burning, they were smoldering.
He watched me carefully as I settled beside him in a ball, and he laid back to enjoy the sunlight. He continued to watch me, as if suspecting that once he closed his eyes I would run away. How wrong he was. I couldn't possibly run now; I felt bound to him, like a chain connected us and there was no key.
Finally he closed his eyes, singing softly to himself, and I was able to concentrate without his gaze on me. He was so beautiful it was almost painful to look, but I couldn't stop looking. His skin sparkled like a million diamonds; his hair was soft and tousled by the quiet wind; his face a God's face, a perfectly sculpted art. Everything dimmed next to his brilliance, especially me; the weak, klutzy human.
Tentatively I crept closer to him, stroking me fingers up his strange, shimmering arm. He said he liked it, that the warmth felt good; and to me it was the most pleasant thing in the world, all I wanted was to touch his icy skin. It was then that his eyes opened, fixing on me and shimmering like his skin. It was breathtaking.
He asked me a question, and I answered honestly, and then we talked more in-depth. Before I knew it we were level with each other, leaning in, and I was falling for him. If I hadn't loved him in the past, I loved him then. When he wasn't shielded by his protective walls or hiding his secrets from me, he was beautiful.
I gazed into his bright butterscotch eyes and tried not to get lost; how could you not fall for someone so glorious? So perfect?
He smiled as if he knew what I was thinking and leaned in closer to me. "Hold very still," he whispered, and then his hands touched me; his face pressing against mine. A breathtaking feeling coursed through me; an electric shock that shot through my being, filling my limbs with a pleasant numbness. It made my heart sing.
Cradling my face, his nose skimmed the hollow under my chin. Breathing heavily, his hands slid down my neck to my shoulders. I tried to calm myself but I had dreamed of having him this close to me for so long that me heart wouldn't obey me; it was rejoicing. He sighed, leaning his ear against my heart.
The wind swept through his hair, the sun changing it to varying shades of copper, red, and gold. Pressing my face into his hair, I could almost believe he was human; real, that I wasn't just dreaming him. I could pretend that he loved me, too; though he'd told me many times before that he loved me, I still couldn't believe it was true.
Too soon, he drew away, and it was my turn to touch him. "Stay still," I told him, and he turned to stone under my hand. I traced his eyelids, the bags under them, trailed my fingers along his cheekbones, and brushed his lips with my fingertips. I felt him breathe out against my fingers, and drew back, not wanting to push him.
He gazed at me with hungry eyes and whispered his worries to me. Never before had he been so open to me, so giving, so gentle. He closed his eyes when I spoke, as if the sound of my voice soothed him, and when he opened them, there was no more hunger or confusion, just lust.
My stomach tightened, but he merely told me something I understood perfectly.
"I don't know how to be close to you. I don't know if I can…"
Smiling softly, I leaned forward into his arms; laying my head against his chest. "This is enough," I whispered, and it was. Even though his heart was silent, I could almost feel it beating. Though he was undead, I could feel the life in him. Though he was immortal, I sensed mortality in him. He was as human as I was; if only I could convince him of that fact.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt his cold arms embrace me; and then, there was no cold, only warmth. He'd told me many times that his skin was cold and hard; that he thought himself a rock, but that wasn't true. He was gentle and soft. The way he held me was like only a lover could; and he laid his cheek on my head like only a man would.
I glanced up at him and then at the setting sun. It was beautiful and clear that day, but it seemed insignificant next to his beauty. Once again the world had stopped, and the only thing that mattered was the man who held me in his arms. I didn't want anything else in my life; I didn't need anything else in my life.
I looked up at the beautiful creature holding me in his arms, and then back at the sun. Without thinking I reached down and held his hand. It felt natural and right; good. The other I cradled his face with; holding his cheek carefully in my palm once more.
I felt his smile beneath my hand, and in that moment everything fell into place; the universe aligned. In that moment I realized that I truly loved him back, and would always love him.
Everything I needed was right there, holding me in his arms. Everything I needed was found, keeping me under his protection. Everything I loved was cradled there, in the palm of my hand.
i know it's not amazing, or....amazing....but please review anyway. i would love some criticizum...