A/N: This is my first attempt at Twilight fiction, so please, be gentle. It's fairly self explanatory once you read it, and extremely brief. I hope you enjoy it, and comments are wonderful.
Unfortunately, I don't own these lovely characters.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
It's ridiculously tedious, and yet, breathtakingly beautiful the way the air passes through her soft, pink lips as she sleeps.
It almost makes me feel guilty, watching this angel's heavenly slumber. Surely a sight so beautiful could never be intended for a monster's eyes.
But it's a sin I will gladly commit, no matter the cost. The fiery pits of hell can open up, and the flames can consume me for the rest of eternity, and it will be worth it. Spending time in my angel's presence is worth the blackest of damnations.
"Edward"
My name passes through the angel's lips in her slumber.
I must be in heaven.