That's What True Love Means
(Rosalie POV)
No one moved for a very long time. I wanted to run after him, and to get him to understand. But what if he pushed me away again? Edward sighed. I frowned. Get the hell out of my thoughts Edward! He looked somewhat put out. What would it take for Emmett to fall back in love with me?
"He still is, you know," Edward muttered. I looked up, hopeful for once. Really?
"Of course. A match made in heaven, apparently," Edward half-smiled.
"He thought that?" I gasped.
"Well, last time he was upset, but normally he thinks it happily. And very often," Edward said. Normally? Very often? Emmett? My frozen heart seemed to melt. There was still a chance. A small, tiny chance, but a chance nevertheless. I stood.
"Where was Emmett going?" I demanded. Maybe if I moved fast I could catch him if he stopped.
"He didn't think so far. He went north, too far for me to hear," Edward said.
"You'll catch him, Rose. You bring him back here, and we need to go… hunting?" Alice said, in confusion. I shook my head, not needing to know where we would go after. I did not care about that. I needed now! Now!
"Follow your instincts, they'll bring you two back together," Esme said, so unquestionably. I nodded. I needed to go. Now. I took out the door, and ran after Emmett's tracks. His scent was unmistakable; I knew it better than anything else in this world. Sharp turn to the left now. I spun, and continued running, for what felt like forever. There were few turns, only where there was an obvious opening in the woods. Finally, his scent was too strong. I took a deep breath, pleased with myself. Emmett! I spun around to where his scent stopped and looked up into the treetops. High up in one of the taller trees was Emmett, looking dejected. I immediately leap up, and I climbed up to beside him. My Emmett. He looked out to the horizon, almost longingly. I stood beside him, wrapped my arm around his waist, and stroked his perfect marble face, now frozen in his wistful look.
"Emmett?"
He turned to me, his eyes filled with anguish. My poor Emmett. I sighed.
"I feel so horrible, Rosalie," he whispered, "I always did. Why would I do this? How could I be so cruel?"
"Emmett, I know, you will never forgive yourself. And I know you will never understand why everyone forgives you, because you were just a newborn, and he was one of your bloodlusts. I know you just want everything to be fine again, back before I said, anything about David. I understand, Emmett. I understand you just want this to all go away. I have felt that so many times over! But Emmett, nothing matters but that you and I are together forever, and that we can get over these things," I felt like crying, but my body would not allow it.
"How can you still love me? After all that I've done?"
"Because you're Emmett and I'm Rosalie. I will need you for always. I will love you forever, beyond forever. You will always be my other half," I said softly. Emmett sighed.
"Soulmates. That's right," he said quietly, "I love you, Rose. I really do. And I do not want to be ashamed forever, Rose! I really want to forgive myself, like I already forgave you. But I can't!" That ended in a growl. I stroked his face again.
"We'll get past this, Emmett. We will," I promised. He nodded, and turned his whole body to me, taking me in his arms.
"I don't think I'll ever stop hating myself for this. But I will try to go back to normal, Rosalie, I really will," Emmett assured me. I nodded, and rested my head on his shoulder.
"We'll be fine, won't we, Em?" I whispered. He kissed me tenderly, the reminder of how perfectly our souls matched, half-and-half, perfect together.
"Of course, Rose. I love you, for always," Emmett whispered between kisses.
"For always," I repeated, and held his close, never wanting to ever let him go again.