This takes place during the summer after Twilight. At least, that's what it feels like to me.
Ch. 4: Dreams
There she laid, softly situated as though for sleep, eyes long drifted, arms loosely cradling her head and failing to catch all the earthy tresses that had spilt around her.
Droplets of sun eagerly descended to kiss her delicately and lend that vital glow which so rarely relieved her skin from the pallor of near constant gloom and rainfall. A sighing wind disturbed not her waif-like frame except to flit amongst her clothes and hair—hair that captured the lingering sparks of light and gave off newfound hues. She captivated, enthralled, fixated my gaze and attentions in such a way that no other creature could ever have hoped to have done.
Could this vision of such innocent allure have any ordinary base? Any foundation other than the ether? I could perceive her, not with my mind, my most trusted sense, but only my more tangibly inclined faculties. So she seemed but a transitory figment that a more wistful fragment of my subconscious had conjured, or that, perhaps, some avenging angel had constructed with the intent of torturing me when she was inevitably wrenched from my undeserving grasp.
Her scent and the monster that haunted the darker crevices of my much-shadowed mind were all that kept me from believing that she was a complete fantasy.
Silently beguiled, I stood in the shade of the forest that perched somberly near her house, watching the clouds slowly and almost soundlessly drift and fan out to thinly veil the sun.
Well, to put it more aptly, I was regarding Bella while awaiting the departure of those rays that were currently swathing her inert form in such an entrancing way.
As soon as there was concealment enough, I stole away to her side and knelt on the old, worn blanket she had brought out to rest on. Then, if only to be certain that she was not part of some impossible dream, the only dream of the undead, I allowed my contemptible hand to skim the fragile, exquisite flesh of her ever-warm face, trailing the back of my digits along her temple, then to her cheek, her jaw...
I came to her neck, paused, and then continued to her chin. She stirred, and I drew away as her eyes fluttered open dazedly, brow furrowed lightly in confusion.
"Why'd you stop...Oh. I thought I was dreaming…"
This girl, this living marvel, thought she was dreaming.
Bella looked up as if seeing me for the first time. An enrapturing smile graced the features I had fallen so in love with and I felt my face respond in kind. There was a familiar stirring in my chest, around where my heart used to thrive, and I felt the happiness at receiving the gift of her smile fill my whole being and beam through my eyes as I gazed deeply into hers.
Her heart was pulsating at a somewhat thrilled rate, sending small doses of adrenaline through her ill-protected veins.
Almost unconsciously, we had gravitated towards each other until our faces had barely three inches distance between them.
"Be good," I breathed, closing the now infinitesimal length of air that offered unwanted separation.
Time misplaced us.
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