Yeah, this is something based off what a friend of mine wrote. So, I dunno. Hope you like it. *shrug*
The sight of my sleeping beauty, lying there, so broken, was almost too much to bear. I'd been waiting for so long to hold him in my arms. Now, he was in my reach, but I couldn't touch him. He was so fragile now; I feared the slightest touch would shatter him. But still, I had to try.
Hesitantly, and cursing my self all the way for being such a fool, I leaned forward. My own dark hair spilled on to the pillow around his face, I hadn't trimmed it once since he had vanished. Up close, he looked in pain, not the peaceful slumber most portray those in a coma as. It broke my heart to see the frown on his face, the pinch of worry seemingly frozen on his brow. I longed to ease his pain, to finally hold him and never let him go. But all I could do was this…
I pressed my lips on his with barely any pressure. They were soft, though dry in some parts. I let my eyes close, remaining there a moment. It could have been so much better, if only…
I recoiled in shock when I felt my kiss returned, shakily and gently. I sat up straight, my wide eyes meeting half-closed gold ones, weak but amused. Edward.
A sob choked my throat, preventing any words from escaping. He watched me with a small, triumphant smirk. Even laying in a hospital, pale and thin, with heavy purple circles beneath his eyes, he was beautiful. No tears came, though I knew they were right there. I was holding my breath, waiting for him to speak. I prayed, hoped with all my heart that this was not a dream. His lips parted, and he spoke.
"Bastard."