A/N I don't own Twilight
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- Edward -
Touching her, feeling her. The soft curves of her body, she's perfection personified. Her small moans delicious, she's so sexy and shy. Her tiny hands on me, leaving me branded in their wake. I push forward, halted by fabric. Perhaps it's better that way.
Maybe.
.
Her hair so soft, her breath so sweet. Does she realize what she does to me? I take her in, my gaze followed by her blush. Her whole body flushes. I store the knowledge away, to keep it forever. I want her. Forever. With me.
Together.
.
I'm leaving, I realize as I look at her. She states the truth I can't deny. We don't need many words. She is no talker and neither am I. Comfortable in the silence, I roll onto my back and she curls into me. My arms wind around her and she sighs. Her head fits perfectly in the crook of my neck.
Contentment.
.
But I'm leaving. Tomorrow my flight takes me far away, to Dartmouth. Wanting to become a doctor, I have worked so hard, for years, to reach this point. This monumental point in my life. Where everything changes irrevocably. She presses herself tighter against me.
Crossroads.
.
I'm lost in my thoughts, my choices, my world. "You'll go," she whispers. It's not even a question. It's an order. She's waited for years, says she can wait some more. Now that she has me, she knows what to wait for.
Patience.
.
Morning comes with the grey of dawn. We say goodbye, quietly, subdued. I touch her hair, her face, her lips with mine. Her arms around me, her strength so futile against mine yet completely incapacitating. But I have to go or I'll miss my flight. I say goodbye, leaving her with wide eyes. She cries.
Heartbreak.
.
It's lonely at school, because she is not there. How can I focus on books, statistics, patients, diagnosis, when all I can see is her in my head? Mahogany hair, cherry red lips. The biggest brown eyes, crinkling when she smiles at me. We video chat, but it's not enough. It's never enough.
Yearning.
.
Our endeavors grow bolder, we strip and then touch. My hands are not hers, but she moans in my ear and it's almost enough. Yet, still not quite. I need more, so much more. Touching the screen, we both smile at the impossibility. Pixels aren't the real thing.
"I miss you."
.
The leaves change color, I drag myself through time. When rain turns to ice, the workload increases. Less time to chat, I find I miss her less with more time in between. Yet when I see her face, hear her voice, my heart cracks wide open. Fuck, I can't do this.
"I miss you, too."
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Thanksgiving a given, but I am alone. No time to travel, I'm overwhelmed by my homework. I knew it'd be hard. My father on the phone, his voice harsh through the distance. He understands how I feel. He's done it, too. But he doesn't get it.
She is not here.
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Christmas approaches, red and green in the streets. Asked out for dates, I politely refuse. Rumor has it I'm gay. If only they knew. I left my heart with the perfect girl. Back in Seattle, she holds it for me. With infinite care, because she is. Caring.
My sweet.
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My breath in white puffs, I stare at the shops with unseeing eyes. I wish she were here. It's all I can think. I wish she were here. I'd never let her go. It's been so long since I saw her, months feel like years. I can almost smell her next to me.
If only…
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Staring at my work, the letters are blurring. Information won't stick tonight, won't morph into knowledge. I need my fix, and I call her. Her voice a happy sigh when she answers her phone. She is doing well, but her voice breaks. She misses me. I miss her, too.
"I love you."
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I book a flight back, I have to be there. For Christmas and New Year's. My parents are happy, but I don't do it for them. It's for her I will fly. I must hold her again, must kiss her and touch her. Fit her head into the crook of my neck.
Need.
.
Two weeks 'till the day, I'm a lion in a cage. A soft knock on my door, I almost snap to leave. But I open my room and there she is. Mahogany perfection, why so shy? My arms around her, still a perfect fit. My lips on hers, too fiercely in my desire. She kisses me back just as hard. She's here. I can't believe it.
She's here.
Finally.
