Sana sent me a song by Tatu, and they influenced me to write this. I tried to make it as happy as I could, as I didn't at all feel any sorrow while writing. Uh, boy, this is really random, but I mean, who knows what goes through Edward's head? This is presuming he has a side that just wants to get away and overcome the sins lingering in his mind and heart. Anyways, please review! This is my fiftieth fanfiction published on this site, cookies all around!
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This world isn't functioning to our desires.
We're never beside each other, and when we are, we're not truly together fighting. Changing. Trusting. Lying. Existing.
As one.
We need a world to ourselves, a world that we can maintain and call our own, lingering in simplistic passions and an understanding that furnishes your composure and numbs orbs of all tears.
The night falls around us, the moon bleaching a set path amongst the chaos.
We're going somewhere; nowhere; anywhere.
Away.
Some place in this entity that our sins can fall behind us, where we can form our own beliefs and realities in the untainted, raw, virginal grounds, deep in the flesh of our existence.
Back to lucid feelings and stainless outlines of our time spent through dawn breaks and shades of asters born from the seasons. No more struggles, no more absences.
Down to the basic forms of infatuation. The basic emotions I'm lent when I glance at you, heart buzzing in my stomach, this feeling I'm so aware of, so aware of you.
The night falls as a veil to cover our silhouettes and rid of our shadows, our past.
We're not going to need those here.
Lets create a world that accepts our deferred dreams, one where I can wake up and see you; all of you.
All of your sorrows. Your fingerprint smudges on transparent windows portraying heavens that match your moods. Your clouded breath. Explicit azure eyes. Onyx button eyes on a flimsy cloth doll.
It's just us now.
Grip my hand; let me take you to remote crossroads and places for us to escape among anonymous faces and names.
You were going there anyways, and misery loves company, so what are we waiting for?