Nothing You Can't Fix
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It was hard to remember at first. Hard to remember who he was, what he meant to me. Edward reminded me.
"Bella…" he said softly, "it's your father." Edward had come into the room early that morning, a sad look on his angel face. I asked what was wrong, moving to his side and searching his eyes.
Taking a step back, I asked, "My father?" After the transformation into a vampire, my human life was made blurry. This opaqueness was aided by my efforts to forget all about my ties to Jacob, Renee, Charlie, and Angela…anyone I had ever come into contact with in my mortal state. Except of course Edward and the Cullens.
"Your father," he said softly, pulling me into his arms.
"Charlie," I breathed, suddenly remembering. I remembered how angry he was when I told him I was getting married. I remembered how crushed he was when he found out I was moving out. I remembered how confused his face looked when I visited him 3 years after my departure, and I hadn't aged a day. But why was Edward bringing him up? This was all in the past…Charlie hadn't been in my life in over 30 years.
I felt Edward nod from where my head was rested on his chest. "He…he died, Bella."
My insides lurched. "Oh," I said softly. Since I had become a vampire, 37 years ago, I had never once felt the urge to cry. I never thought I would want to feel that sensation again, but now that it was here, I was upset at that function my body couldn't produce. I squeezed him tighter, feeling an ache forming in my chest.
"Are you alright?" He asked, pulling me back a few inches so to look into my eyes. I looked up into his face, and explored his eyes. They were a light topaz today, and filled with concern.
"Not yet," I replied after a moment, placing my face back down beside his neck. I kissed him there, and he turned and kissed my cheek.
"You will be," he said, pressing his cheek to mine. "I love you," he told me, in a somewhat reassuring manner.
"I know," I responded. "I love you, too." It hurt to think that I wouldn't be able to go to my father's funeral. I thought of all of my father's co-workers that would attend. My mother would be there…probably Jacob as well - all the better reason not to go. Edward didn't state this fact though, which was for the better. He knew I knew, and he knew I needed time. So there we stood, holding each other for a long time. I finally pulled away, grief still written across my face. "It hurts not to cry," I muttered.
He laughed quietly. It was lifeless, but it still rang like bells. "Believe me, I know." I thought back to when he had left. It had hurt us both so bad, and I knew that that was the situation he was thinking of. I looked to our hands and intertwined our fingers, and then turned back to his face.
"It hurts," I said, "but it's nothing you can't fix."
He smiled crookedly then, hugging me for a moment. He then proceeded to pick me up and wrap my legs around his waist. I strung my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek as he said, "I have a song for this," and carried me to the piano.
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I hope you liked it. I got some unfortunate inspiration, and wrote it up one day. Sorry it's so short, but reviews are awesome!