This is going to be a series of short stories about Bella and Jacob. I have 100 words and I am going to write a story for each word, always short ones between 100 and 400 words. I am from Germany, so I hope my English isn´t too bad, I tried my best.
I own nothing, everything belongs to the amazing Stephenie Meyer.
This is the first story and the word on which this story is based is "sleep" and it´s written from Jacob´s POV.
I really hope you enjoy it.
Rating: T
Romance
Moonlight
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
- Henry Ward Beecher -
Her pale skin glows in the bright moonlight, shining through the open window. She looks like marble and still, so incredibly fragile. She is peaceful, quiet and serene, but I can still see the pain frozen on her face, in her every breath and motion. She sighs softly and my heart beats faster.
I am tired, exhausted, but I don´t want to go to sleep. If I could, I'd never fall asleep again. Watching Bella, so deeply asleep and for once, at peace, before the sun rises, along with her aches, I just couldn't miss a second of this.
How can a person be so beautiful, so innocent and perfect?
Her eyes are closed and I could spent my hours counting every single lash framing them, touching her cheeks, still blushed from the cold wind outside and my warming hands, running my fingers through her smooth, dark hair, whispering into her ear, finally telling her how I feel.
From time to time her body slightly moves and I adjust without thinking about it.
I resist the urge to wrap my arms around her tiny body, keeping her warm and safe. It would be wrong. She needs time and someone by her side whom she can trust, someone who loves her. I could wait. If only she felt safe with me.
Slowly I reach out my hand and gently brush my finger over her temple.
I would wait for her to wake up, to love me, to be whole again…
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