Disclaimer: Me no own Twilight. Me does be vewy sad because of this. But me does be happy because me can read it and write 'bout it. Dat is why me loves Stepehenie Meyer.
Chapter 4
We lay in the wet grass, side by side. Neither of us spoke. We didn't feel the need to. For a long while, Edward stared up at the sky while I lay with my head on his shoulder, watching his perfect face. The thunderstorm had passed just as quickly as it came, and the sun was beginning to peek out again between the thinning clouds. Rainbow colors danced around on the grass, reflected by the raindrops lingering on the blades. A distinct shade of green managed to permeate every rainbow. Of course. Leave it to Forks to even have green rainbows. I was surprised the people themselves weren't green yet. But nonetheless,
I loved it here. It was here I had met my first love, the love that was, miraculously, somehow going to be mine throughout all eternity. I soaked that fact through every fiber of my being. It left a warm, soft, fluffy feeling behind everywhere it went, finally stopping in my heart where it swelled it until I thought for sure I would burst.
The last of the clouds drifted away, giving the sun leave to shine down in all its brilliant force. A haze still lingered in the air and Edward's sparkles shone off him in rays, like the ones you might see filtered through the trees in a rainforest. He turned his head and looked at me. "What are you thinking?" he asked seriously.
"Hmm?" I murmured. He'd pulled me back from another train of thought I was about to go off on. "Well, just now I was thinking—as usual—how perfect you are."
He looked at me and smiled. "Are you still entertaining your misguided perceptions of me?"
I bit my lip, trying to remember a dark, faraway human conversation that this reminded me of. I smiled when it came back to me. "You don't see yourself very clearly, you know," I told him. "I distinctly remember someone telling me that a few years ago when I was misguided. I'm not misguided now."
His eyes took on a tender, soft look and I melted into their honey depths. He stared into my eyes, and cupped his hand around my cheek. "Your eyes are beautiful now," he offered suddenly.
I looked at him in confusion. "I thought you liked them better brown?"
He smiled his familiar crooked smile. "Bella. When was the last time you looked in a mirror?" he asked.
"Umm. . .September thirteenth, last year," I replied. "Why? What's wrong with me?"
He laughed, the bells echoing off the trees and bouncing back to us from a hundred directions. "You silly, oversensitive, beautiful girl. Why would you assume anything is wrong with you? As if I could ever be the one to point it out if there was," he added. "It's just that your eyes are the same exact color as the sun now."
I gasped as realization flooded through me. My eyes? I had all but forgotten about them, but now, all the memories came rushing back like a river. My eyes, blood red in the gilded mirror Alice had held in front of me. The third pair of contacts dissolving when Charlie came to visit that first time. Jacob's response when he saw me that afternoon that
I awoke from my change. "I gotta say, Bells. You're a freak show." Could they really be gold now? Finally?
I jumped up from my spot next to Edward and dashed off into the trees. I heard him start to call after me, worry in his voice, but I didn't let it bother me. I knew he would follow me, and I wasn't mad at him, after all. My run led me through the forest, through the clearing where the cottage stood, and past the white house, to the river. I didn't stop when
I got there, though. I followed its meandering curves until they wound north and I was far enough away from the house to be seen by even Alice's eyes. She had the best eyesight of everyone in the household—perhaps it had something to do with her visions? Who knew.
All of that was irrelevant now. The only reason I had gone so far upstream before stopping was because I knew it would probably piss Edward off if he had to see my naked body in the mind of one of his siblings later on this evening. I didn't want him to have to do anything rash.
I came to an abrupt halt, and knelt down in the twigs and dirt that lined the bank of the river. The dark water rushed by below me, the sunlight glinting off it in myriad patterns of multicolored light. But that was not what I focused on now. I gazed intently down into the water and adjusted my eyes to see my reflection wavering on the surface of it.
It was true.
My eyes were gold.
I watched my hand slowly move up to my cheek of its own accord. My expression, I saw, was filled with wonder.
Another face, expression matching mine, suddenly appeared beside me in the river. I didn't respond; my eyes were riveted to their counterparts in the stream flowing beneath me. Edward wrapped his arms around me and smiled. "Bella," he murmured.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Remember when I asked you your favorite color for the day, and you told me brown?
You said that brown was warm. . ." his voice trailed off so that even I had to strain to hear it.
I nodded.
"Well," he said, speaking louder now, stronger, but his voice was still as soft as an angel's. "Gold is warm."
A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, but it was kind of necessary. I'm rearranging the chapters from how they were posted on the other site, because I wrote them in sections; like Chapter 3, Part 1, Chapter 3, Part 2, and so on. But it's rather confusing, actually, so I'm fixing it up for you guys, and this one had to be a chapter by itself.
Interesting tidbit...Chapter 4 was originally Chapter 3 Part 1. Haha. Anyhow, I hope you guys like it, and please review. I need reviews like I need air to breathe. No. I need reviews like I need Jasper to wake up to in the morning. Yes. That much.
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