Re posting With Betaed Chapters.
Still Don't Own Twilight.
He gets up grateful to live another day and going through his morning rituals. He gets a cup of coffee and goes to sit by the window like every morning. He drinks his coffee humming along to a tune in his head while he waits anxiously to catch a glimpse of what brought him to the window.
It's fall and the wind is blowing strong, making the leaves on the ground flutter in the air. He likes to look at each leaf with their different colors. He then straightens up as he hears the clicking of heels on the pavement. This is what he was waiting for.
He watches the young lady walk by and his stomach flutters. He's hopelessly enchanted by her and her walk looks like poetry in motion. He watches as the wind blows red curls of hair around her face. She tries to push them back but the wind gets stronger and blows even harder. The leaves swirl round and round and her hair is up in the air and she looks like a goddess of fall with the color of the leaves making a pretty backdrop around her.
WINTER
He sees her again walking fluidly, the wind biting at her face. She's bundled up for the cold weather, rosy cheeks and pink chapped lips, flame red hair squished under a hat and delicate hands covered in gloves. It's winter, the coldest season ever, and she still makes it looks beautiful.
SPRING
The days go by and the season changes but his routine doesn't. He still sits at the window, sipping his coffee, waiting and watching. The air is warm and still, with flowers blooming and new green sprouts from the trees as the sun shines down, but sometimes the earth is drenched with water falling from the sky, making it more beautiful. And then she comes, smiling and skipping happily down the street. She's the sunshine to his day, wearing a yellow sundress with lilies adorning her hair.
SUMMER
The heat of the day gets to him and instead of coffee, he's sipping fresh cold water. Yes, he's still at the window waiting for her to walk by, and he waits and waits but she never comes. It unsettles him and he wonders what kept her. The best part of his day is watching her and he can't imagine his life without it. He decides to wait some more in case she comes… Still no sign of her and without thinking about it, he leaves his spot from the window and walks outside.
The heat hits him on full blast and he's tempted to go back in the cool sanctuary of his house but he allows his feet to guide him down the steps and down the street. As he walks, he looks around hoping to see a sign of her, all to no avail. Disappointed, he's about to give up when he catches a flash of flaming red hair. His stomach flutters in anticipation and he walks forward to see and there she is but she's not alone. She's surrounded by men eager for her attention. She's full of laughs and smiles and it hurts to see that maybe she's taken.
He's never got a full glimpse of her face and seeing it up close is so rewarding, to see the dimples in her cheeks when she smiles and to see her honey brown eyes twinkling with amusement. She takes his breath away and claims his heart once again but this time she has the whole piece. He stands watching when the men walk away from her disappointed. He feels stupid just standing there so he begins to leave when she catches him staring. He freezes afraid of what she will say but she smiles and speaks.
"Are you going to approach me or not?" she asks in a lilting voice.
He's surprised and confused. Why would he approach her? He only meant to watch and admire, not to approach.
She's waiting for his answer but he's preoccupied with something else. Her smile, as beautiful as it is, makes his heart hurt. Her smile does not seem happy and it seems fake and forced. He looks in her eyes, seeing something he would have missed otherwise. He sees sadness and it's eating her up.
"You're not happy," he blurts without thinking.
It's her turn to be surprised and for a second the mask slips but then she has it back up.
"Oh, and why wouldn't I be happy?" she asks.
He doesn't know how but he sees the sadness so he tells her.
"I can tell you're not happy because the birds are not singing and the sun's shine is dim," he explains.
She stares back, confused.
"You're the reason the birds sing and the reason the sun shines. You're the reason the seasons seem beautiful to me," he explains further, hoping he doesn't scare her off.
"Why?" she asks.
"Because you're love," he replies simply.
She walks with quiet beauty
Across the world of men
They bow down at her feet
Wanting her hand
She's not to be pursued
But admired from afar