I apologize for the severe delay. Cupcakes has been terribly busy as of late and though I wanted to wait on her, I think that it's kind of unfair to you all. So, there are three here instead of the planned set of 6. I've went ahead and just posted mine so that when she returns, she won't have so much pressure to write and will be able to write a set of more mellifluous pieces. Enjoy:

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Reasons Why I Love You

By Cupcakes-20 & Wyntermajik

It's when she mentions it -reminds him of what she would like to become- that he refuses to turn to her. He keeps his eyes away, his back towards her as he refuses her request again and again. Every night, before laying down her head, she asks, knowing that though tonight it may be fruitless, eventually he will change his mind.

Eventually, she hopes, he will see what she means. Realize how deep her love for him truly runs and why she wants what she does. Why she wants nothing more then to be next to him.

Forever.

He reminds her, every night after she questions him, that forever is a long time. That his life is not one to be lead by such a beautiful and fragile creature as herself. Her warmth is comforting and he knows she would have been so much better off if he had never interrupted her life. If he had stayed in Denali, after that first day... Waiting the four years until she left, then...

Then, she would be normal. Dating someone like Mike and planning on college. Living a normal life. A human life. A pleasant life.

Internally, she begs for her to understand as if she can read his mind as he reads others'. He grovels with her, clasping the edges of her shirt between his large white hands and waiting for her to understand just what he's trying to explain to her.

She doesn't get it and he knows she never will. She's stubborn. She's hard-headed. She's brave. She's human.

She's in love.

And he loves her for not understanding.

He loves her for loving him.

Ayor anosh'ni.

The light in her eyes had brightened to an impossible shade of brown and her lips fell open swiftly to curve upwards and show a row of straight white teeth. The very smile that made his thoughts run and his un-beating heart jump suddenly in his chest. It was the sheer magnitude of it. The perfect quirk in the corners, the gentle rise of her cheekbones where a soft shade of pink took refuge for the time of her excitement. The way it brightened even the darkest of rooms and fit perfectly in any scene.

He had traveled to the edges of the world, seen the most majestic of buildings, the bluest of seas, the greenest of moors and the tallest of forests and yet there was not a single thing in the world he considered to be more beautiful than Bella with a sincere smile on her face.

The buildings were tainted with the sweat from the workers who had slaved over building them, the sea tainted with the bodies of the drowned, the moors with muddy water and the forests with vicious beasts who cared not for the lives of the innocent.

She, however, was pure.

There was not a person who had slaved over her creation, a ounce of death in her being nor a muddy pond of unknowns. More than anything, she was anything but vicious and cared nothing more but for the lives of the innocent.

It was that purity that made her smile glow, the rose-color to rise and rest lightly on the skin of her cheeks and the perfection to surround such an impossible beauty.

He mused silently, as he watched her sleep, about what she had said earlier when he'd spoken to her about her purity and how he -being the "vicious" creature he declared himself to be- had found such an untainted beauty to fall in love with him. She'd smiled, he remembered, and quietly said, "Perhaps, it's because I'm supposed to show you just how pure you are, as well. A measuring stick, of sorts?"

Gazing down at her sleeping form, the tiny quirk at the corners of her mouth and the gentle rise of her pale pink cheeks, he shook his head. "No," he whispered to his sleeping love, "I could never be as pure as you."

Ma armastan sind.

Watching their wedding again had brought up thoughts that I had always preferred to not entertain. I evaded these thoughts at every chance I was offered until the dark, starless evening as it rained heavily under the bright white moon. It was a time when I found myself lost in them in them -very same thoughts I'd be struggled all day to keep away from my mind- under the thin, silverly layer of light that I had penetrated the seemingly indestructible veil of dark brown limbs and shockingly bright green leaves above. But, the indestructible were always destructed at one point, weren't they? There was always one exception to the definition, I reasoned, watching the icy droplets cling to a bright green leaf; holding on so tight as if it were to be the end if he feel, clinging, clinging, clinging desperately to the smooth, slippery surface as if it had everything in the world to lose an the world itself and more to gain.

It's struggle reminded me of my own, in that moment.

I was clinging desperately to the idea of receiving something I wasn't deserving of. A soul mate for someone as dangerous as myself was unfair to them and selfish of me. Already brought into a life of damnation or not, this would mean being together forever and my family was...different. Your average vampire would never wish to live this life of abstinence. Denying yourself the thing you most craved, training to be able to sustain life among them, covering your tracks so that a human would never figure out what you were, lying to yourself about what you were... It was a long process that almost seemed to be hold enough greatness to be worthy of all the suffering you put into getting it the way that you wished for it to be.

The wind blew, twisting the leave on the tree and letting the droplet slide effortlessly upward.

I stared, mesmerized by the series of events before I smiled, slowly.

"Patience," I whispered quietly to the empty air, "all I need is a rush of wind."

We moved just weeks after to a small town in Washington. It was a little nothing of a place and I found myself once again in the state state I had been in just before in Alaska. Days went by the the flutter of a struggling butterfly's wings and soon enough a year passed.

It was becoming slow, again. The days began passing less like before and more like a weakened caterpillar along a thick branch. I stared off into space, silently, as I pondered all of this while I sat with my siblings at the table in the cafeteria on another one of those seemingly endless days. I was about to turn to Alice to question her about the time when I felt the faint flutter of a breeze toss my hair just slightly and then suddenly, there came a thought from the mind of Jessica Stanley.

My rush of wind had come.

Yes kez sirumen.