Never Think Part 2
Edward
I had been sat, hunched up against the cold in this small familiar clearing for the past (I checked my watch…) 5 minutes. Bella was late, but I
wasn't surprised, she was always late. Though it'd frustrated me this time. Because this time, every second counted. Every moment held
sentiment. So I'd sat. Waiting. Thinking about what I was going to do. And how every outcome of my actions today would end negatively, in
tears. I could live with it better if I thought those tears would be mine. I was just about to change my mind and walk away when a quick tap on
my shoulder brought me out of my reverie. I turned. Bella was standing behind me, smiling. That was the thing about Bella, she never looked
disappointed to see me, and she always made me feel wanted. A pang of guilt struck me like an arrow. I was going to be the one to wipe that
smile off her face. I knew it, so, for a moment, I allowed myself to look at her, really look at her. Her mahogany hair was being disturbed slightly
by a gentle breeze, it swirled as she walked around the tree to stand in front of me, her large winter coat hugged her slight figure, I could see
that her jeans were wet at the base that hung over her shoes as she'd run through the frosty debris of leaves and twigs to get to me. Her
chocolate eyes were warm and I could almost feel the palpable affection she was projecting through them, her eyebrows came together ever-so-
slightly at the base of her forehead as she regarded me, scrutinizing her. Her cheeks were flushed, either from the cold or from my staring at her
and her front teeth were distressing her lower lip; which started moving as she spoke. 'So….don't I get a hug?' this was a tradition of ours. I
opened my arms and pulled her to me, my arms wrapped around her shoulders as hers wrapped around my waist. She rested her head on my
chest and I placed my chin on the top of her head. This position always made me feel very protective of her, she felt so small. I heard her murmur
something about being able to hear my heartbeat, can she hear it breaking? We were breathing in sync. I listened to the sound of us exhaling
and watched it collect in the air before us, I inhaled the scent of her hair, strawberry shampoo, (that I loved, as well as the intoxicating coconut)
kissed the top of her head and closed my eyes.
