Chapter 4
A silver Volvo S60R pulled up in front of the bookstore across the street. My heart leapt, and then I got annoyed again. Every time I saw a similar car I would do this, it was really getting old. I continued to stare at it though, rationalizing this by the fact that I had already over-stared everything else in the last three hours that I had been here and it was something new to look at.
It was then that he stepped out into the downpour, and my heart just about stopped. Even in this light his bronze hair shone. He was wearing dark jeans, a beige sweater with a white collared shirt underneath. Exactly the outfit he'd worn when we'd gone out for Italian, that night in Port Angeles. Without thinking, without breathing even, I slapped down a bill on the table and bolted out into the storm.
I was in shorts and a tank top, and was immediately soaked to the bone, but I noticed none of this. He disappeared into the bookshop. I sprinted across the street, causing several irate drivers to honk at me and screech their brakes. Again, I noticed nothing. I jumped onto the curb, swung the door of the bookshop open, and flew inside. A small part of my brain was still present enough to commend myself on not tripping throughout that whole thing. The door shut behind me, being slammed by the wind. The bell at the top jingled wildly and the man at the counter looked over in my direction.
And then I saw him. He was standing at the end of the Classics isle, staring straight at me. Our eyes met, and as I looked into his beautiful topaz ones, he smiled his crooked smile that I loved.
"Edward?" I gasped.
His smile widened, "My Bella."
Ok
so, some of the reviewers seemed slightly confused on a few things so
changed a bit around and I hope this clarifies it.
Also, Edward
KNEW who Bella was. I'm not too sure why yet, I might write it from
his point of view later if need be.
-AwayFromHere.
