Here's a short one shot that I wrote in a moment of bliss. I wanted some exposure to the romance genre. It's a cute look into Jasper and Alice's relationshiop. ;-) Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. This is the property of Stephenie Meyer.
Morning Dew
Some moments can never be captured on film. Some must forever remain as memories, stored in the most sacred vaults of the mind. Some things just can't be recorded by the flash of a camera. Some things like love.
The early morning sun glistened on the lush green grass, sprinkled with the dew of the night. Cool morning air drifted around the beautiful, undisturbed forest floor, winding in between the trees with a gentle touch.
There they lay, in perfect silence. They stared into the eyes of one another, saying everything that needed to be said with just a look. He ran the back of his hand across her cheek. Her skin was as soft as velvet, milky and unimaginably flawless. He knew he had done nothing to deserve an angel such as her. She smiled softly at his touch, fitting her fingers into his palm. Trees shifted up above and leaves twirled in the breeze of dawn, settling on the dampened grass, rustling quietly with each leaf that came to rest on the ground.
Her eyes shimmered with the glistening morning sun and he lost himself within their depths. She was as close to heaven as he would ever get; an angel that had fallen from heaven to rescue him the deepest pits of Hell.
Dainty hands brushed his golden hair from his face as she pulled herself into his arms. His face stretched into the smile that only she would ever see. She was his savior and he owed his being to her. He would throw himself to his death if it meant saving her. Alice was his other half, without her, he couldn't bear to live another moment.
The sun rose slowly over the horizon, but they didn't budge. No one was waiting for them. They could stay here forever, locked in each others arms. And that was fine with him. He loved his angel, nothing could ever change that.