Rejected
I do not own any of the Twilight books or any of the characters. That one was alllllll Stephenie Meyer.
As Edward and I ran into the clearing, I went and sat on the boulder. I came here to think sometimes. I sighed. I had asked Edward to come out to the clearing with me, trying not to think about what I was going to say to him. I was worried he would reject me there. I knew this would be a better place to tall him how I felt. Luckily he agreed to come.
Edward walked over and sat down on the boulder next to me. He took my hand. I would have blushed if that were possible.
"What is it Tanya?" Edward murmured. I laughed.
"As of you don't already know," I teased, but I was testing him. Did he know? Or was he keeping out of my mind for some reason. His only response was a sigh, which confirmed that he knew what I wanted to tell him.
"Tanya," He began but I interrupted him.
"Wait Edward," I like the way his name rolled off my tongue, "I guess you already know that I have feelings for you," I said to him, keeping my eyes on the ground, even though I could feel his gaze on my face. It took all my strength not to meet his beautiful, golden eyes.
"Yes," Edward said quietly, "But…I'm…sorry Tanya. I think of you no more then as a friend." I winced, even though I had prepared myself for this answer.
I wasn't used to rejection. Mostly I preferred human men. They were always eager, and never rejected me. Edward's rejection was a first, and he was the first one that I felt like I really wanted.
"But why Edward?" I asked him, my voice sounding oddly deflated. I finally got the courage and looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes and face were very soft. The moonlight made him look even more beautiful then before. His hand still held mine.
"I'm truly sorry Tanya," Edward repeated again, "I don't want to hurt you…but I don't have the same feelings that you have towards me." His voice was as soft as his face, and sounded like velvet. Every cell in my body wished I could call him mine. But I couldn't.
"Don't worry Edward. I understand," I said. I tried to make my voice sound strong and understanding, but I guess he saw through my thoughts. I got up stiffly and was about to run towards the house when he grabbed my hand again, and turned me to face him.
"Please Tanya," he pleaded. His eyes were so deep, like I could look into them forever and never stop, "I'm sorry. You know you're far lovelier then any start in the sky, and you know I care for you every much…just not in the way you care for me."
"Don't worry Edward. I understand," I repeated. Then I tore my hand from his, and ran into the forest, my eyes stinging with the tears that would never come.