Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Grey's Anatomy.
This came from watching a Grey's Anatomy episode.
You see him walking down the street-the collar of his jacket is popped up to block out the cold. His hat covers his red-brown hair and the gray scarf you knitted him four years ago is tightly wrapped around his neck and face. They still don't work that well. His face is still red and there are dark circles under his eyes-of course there are, he just worked a 48 hour shift at the hospital.
Making sure your hair is okay, you cross the street where he is waiting. You look at the dress you are wearing; the dress is simple, black. The wind blows but you do not feel cold.
You approach cautiously. You know that this moment might make you or break you. With a deep breath, you take one step and there you are, right behind him. You notice that he is wearing that ratted peacock that you just loved on him. A hand-you realize it is yours-reaches out, but you stop it and a sob escapes. It's you who sob and he doesn't hear you. He can't hear you. That's curse of being stuck. You're alone.
He slouches, life has taken a toll on him these past few years. He takes his hat off and runs a hand through his crazy strands. You remember when it was your fingers that ran through the hair, but it's no longer yours-just his now. He hasn't moved on, which saddens you and yet at the same time makes you happy. You wish he could get on with his life, but you secretly enjoy that he will always love you.
Selfish. Masochistic. Sadisic.
You are now standing next to him, stiff as a dead man. Oh, the irony. It feels as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest. The word is on the tip of your tongue, bursting to be heard.
And with a deep breath you throw down the walls of fear.
You call.
"Edward."
Just a whisper, nothing more.
You hold your breath and wait. Did he hear you? You wait as patiently as you can.
He on the other hand is motionless, holding his breath. His green eyes are looking all around to see if someone is there, and possibly looking for you. You hope for the first time in a very long time.
"Edward." This time a little bit louder.
He gasps then smiles and tears of happiness roll down your cheeks. He heard you. He heard you! He smiles your favorite smile and whispers something.
"Bella, love."
You whisper to the wind "I love you" and he walks on still with the smile on his face. Maybe tonight he will play something.
Life is something to be grateful for, especially being with loved ones. Especially with your soul mate because in death nothing can be reversed. You only get moments when you're stuck. You may be in the same place, but they can't see you, and they can't hear you. You can whisper sweet nothings in their ear, and they walk on never hearing them.
When stuck, life does not stop for you. It goes on. You watch family and friends cope and fall apart. You watch and wish for them to move on, continue with their lives. You watch them die. And sometimes you get those moments; they're all you have to look forward to. Some days, you pray to God, just asking for one hour to say everything you want to say now in death, and on others days, you wish for the moments to know you are not forgotten, to know you still live on in the hearts and memories of the people that knew you. They are sometimes just enough.
They are just enough because that's all you get.
No. Sometimes we'd be at the same place at exactly the same time and I can almost hear her voice. It's like I'm touching her. I like to believe she knows I'm there. That's all you get. That's it. Moments with the people you love. And they'll move on and you'll want them to move on. But still, Meredith, that's all you get. Moments. ~ Denny Duquette