Note: I do not own Twilight, or its characters. But I wouldn't mind owning Edward Cullen
As I walked past the last trees, I felt warm. Like something was different. Like a sun was shining. I slid past the last tree blocking my way. Then I heard it, a slight heartbeat.
And there she sat, in the middle of the meadow. Bella.
She hadn't seen me yet, and I decided to approach her quietly, one step at he time. Only 15 steps away from her I stopped. She sat with her legs bent under her, looking straight at the ground. Her breaths were hitched and she often winced when she exhaled. Her slender arms were wrapped around her chest and she looked like she was in deep pain. All I could do was stare.
A quiet sob escaped her lips. I gasped. I couldn't understand why she was in pain, and I felt like my heart was breaking watching this. Her head moved slightly to the left, like she listened for something. Then I think she noticed me, standing there like any other fool would. Her head slowly raised, her hair hanging on both sides of her face, hiding most of it. Her eyes flickered towards my feet and legs, but it seemed like she refused to look at my face. Her eyes suddenly turned upwards, and a deep chocolate brown looked into my eyes.
The look was piercing. I felt that she looked right through me. Tears filled her eyes, and some ran down her cheeks. Her expression was blank and her mouth open in shock. "E...E...Ed-Edward?" she whispered. She got up on her knees and crawled slowly towards me. I couldn't move. Her strong scent surrounded me, and I inhaled it deeply. Sweet, floral, human. A scent that was only hers. Her eyes kept staring at my face, her appearance still shaken. I couldn't quiet read the expression in her eyes. She raised her right arm towards my legs, and slowly bent forward, sitting on her knees now. As she stretched the last centimetres towards my legs, I felt the heat of her skin and her warm blood pulsing through her veins against my constantly cold skin. Then it burned.
Her fingertips touched my left calf. The burning decreased. She slowly pulled her arm back. Her eyes never flinched from mine once during the small act. Now she stared at the snow on the ground. She started getting up little by little, as if her feet and knees were week. She finally was standing up, and she looked at me again. This time her eyes were filled with sorrow, grief, anger and sadness of all kinds, and once again tear fell from them. The pain in my non-existing heart increased, and I stepped towards her. Her eyes flickered to my feet, and I realized I wasn't wearing shoes. She pointed at them and her eyes were filled with wonder. "I…" I started. "I have problems remembering my normal routines. Other thoughts have been blocking my mind." Her mouth formed into an O and she nodded. Then she reached her hand towards me.
Her hand was blue with frost, and I immediately grabbed it. She exhaled, and it seemed as if she relaxed more. At the same time her heartbeat increased. Her hand burned up, and I even felt my own hand getting warmer. She shivered as the wind blew across the meadow and whipped around us. "I wonder if…" I said softly. I raised my hand up to her face, and gently stroked it across her cheek. She immediately blushed. Then her body went limp.