This is just a one-shot that popped into my head today. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and I am not Stephanie Meyer. (I think I spell her first name wrong anyways.)
They had killed him.
The two of them had cruelly come, and bit-by-bit tore him apart. He had been loaded into a truck, and now they were going to burn him.
Burn her Edward, when they had been through so much together.
She hugged the last bit she had of him, a slender branch-shaped piece. A few tears made trails down her pale face.
She knew it was stupid to be this heartbroken, to be crying this much, while in public. Especially when the object of her tears was a tree.
But Edward hadn't just been a tree. He had been big and mighty already when she was little. She learned to climb on Edward, and hid in his branches from bullies. She had put snacks and books in her backpack and climbed up, spending many blissful afternoons in Edward's branch-arms. He had always been a big, quiet, caring friend. He had always listened to her, and never made her listen to him. But, that might have just been because he couldn't talk.
A few days ago, without her knowing, Edward had been condemned. He sat right on the border between two plots of land. And the new owners of the other plot decided he was putting too much shade on their garden.
Now all she had left of him was a branch and memories.
A shadow fell over her, and she looked up, ready to beat up anyone who had played a role in Edward's demise. Even if she tripped over her feet and broke her nose in the process.
It wasn't the owners of the plot, or one of the lumberjacks. It was a boy, a few years older than her. He had bright green eyes, and untidy bronze hair. "Why are you crying and hugging a branch?" he asked, concerned.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to stand up. "I know it's stupid, but this is all that I have left of my childhood hangout, that tree." She nodded towards the patch of dirt that marked where Edward had stood.
The stranger gave her a hand and pulled her up. "I kind of know how you feel," he admitted. "I had a tree like that when I was little, and my mom decided to cut all the branches off until half-way up the trunk. The tree was there, but I couldn't climb it or anything."
She nodded. "It's nice to meet someone crazy like me." They both laughed. "My name's Isabella Swan, but I like to go by Bella."
The stranger smiled. "I'm Edward Masen. I just go by Edward." He paused. "I know this is crazy, as I just met you while taking a shortcut across your property, but maybe we can go out for like coffee one time?"
Bella smiled back. "I think that would be nice, Edward." She pulled a pen and a slip of paper out of her pocket and scribbled down her phone number. "Call me."
Edward took the paper. "I will." He waved, and then continued on to the back of the plot, jumping the fence.
Bella stood looking at his retreating back. Somehow, she knew Edward the tree would approve of Edward the man.