Penname: Lyta7
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M
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Prompt: Plot Generator:Phrase Catch ("The writing was on the wall...") and Word Prompt (Eight ball)
A/N: Two prompts in one! This was really hard. I had an idea, but it was tough to expand on the it.
His hands trembled as he read the note again.
"You're behind the eight ball. Lucky for you, I'm not. Time to move on, I think."
No signature was necessary. Edward fought back a moment of fear and put his confident face on. He whipped out his cell phone and dialed quickly.
"Yeah, it's me. The writing's on the wall... Okay, see you then." He got out of his car and headed inside. Time to face the music. Bella was not going to be happy.
As he walked in the door to their small apartment, he was mentally running through their checklist. Closing out accounts, ending their rental, and getting new IDs. He found Bella heating up some dinner.
"Hi Love," he said as he gave her a kiss. "I've got bad news." He showed her the note he'd found in his car.
Bella frowned. "Oh shit. How long do we have, do you think? Did you call Emmett?"
"Yeah, just before I came in. We'll stick to our checklist. We should have at least that much time. No use in pushing it any longer than we have to."
"I guess we knew this day would come eventually – it always does. But I have to admit I was getting to like it here." Bella sighed. "But such is the life of a con artist, right?"
