ALWAYS
by
AngelycDevil
It's my dear Twillly's birthday, thus this fic was born. Many thanks to EveryDayBella for pre-reading and GeekChic12 for beta'ing in a jiffy.
Enjoy!
EPOV
My sister's going to kill me. You realize that, right?
She stressed on the fact that I am not allowed in the dressing room at any point before the ceremony, but I head to your room anyway. The halls are eerily empty for a wedding, I notice. Isn't everyone supposed to be out and about? It's quiet, too. The only sound I can hear is the veiled buzz of chatter from downstairs.
"Bella?" I stick my head into the room, my eyes closed, just in case. You know my sister's wrath.
No answer.
I open my eyes and take a peek around the room, deciding that I'll handle my sister later, but Alice isn't here. I step inside, closing the door behind me.
"Bella? You called for me?" I look around the room to see where you could be. I side-step into the bathroom, but nope. The only places left are the ridiculously large closet and the bedroom. I safely put my bets on the bedroom.
"Hey, Bells," I call out in a teasing voice. "What happened to usi—" I freeze as I take you in, crumpled to the floor in a fluffy gown, fat tears threatening to ruin your makeup. You look at me with big brown eyes, and I feel my heart break for you.
Your mouth moves, but I don't understand a thing. I attempt to sit next to you, which proves to be quite difficult with all the lace and silk. You maneuver through the fluff faster than me, and within seconds, you're in my arms.
I hold you close as you cry into my chest, dampening my suit. I squeeze you tighter when a shudder runs through you. I don't ask questions; you don't speak. A thousand scenarios run through my mind, and I wonder why it's me that's comforting you. Your wracking sobs have simmered down to occasional sniffs, and your hands disappear from my back. Your head remains on my chest for a few more seconds, and I cherish them, memorizing your scent and feel, because I know that you'll be gone soon.
Chilled air spills between us as you pull away, your eyes on the ground. I see the tear tracks that trail down your pale face, but you grab my hand when I reach to wipe them away. You hold my hand with both of yours, and a familiar crackle runs through us. I wonder if you can feel that...or am I imagining it? I curl my fingers around your palm, and I'm rewarded with a tiny smile.
"Thank you," you whisper, your voice scratchy and small.
"Always."
I want to ask so bad, but I need you to tell me on your own. So I shut up, and when Alice and Rose come barging in, shattering our fragile bubble, I leave, my heart sinking with pain and worry. I suppose I shouldn't have cherished the hope. You never tell me anything.
A/N: This is quite different from what I write, so I'd love to know what you think.