A/n: Heyy guys, I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long- I've had end of years and a music exam and there's been a heat wave in Britain which has been great. Unfortunately as much as I would like to I don't own Edward or Bella, Stephenie Meyer holds that wonderful privilege. Please review, I'm not sure whether to carry it on or just send them back home to America.
We walked along Millennium Bridge in companionable silence, I stared around at the famous sights either side of me, Tower Bridge, the strange gherkin shaped building, I could see canary wharf somewhere in the distance and so many bridges crossing the great river Thames that teemed with life; boats hustled up and down, tour boats and life boats and pleasure boats. The skyline was dominated by tall buildings and offices. Behind me was St. Paul's cathedral which we were visiting later, but now we were going to the Tate Modern. "This bridge was nicknamed 'wobbly bridge' when it was first opened because people felt it swaying when they walked on it, but they closed it and repaired it" Edward told me swinging our linked hands between us.
We entered the gallery, into the giant turbine hall, where there was an enormous crack running the full length of the hall, it started of as a tiny slither and ended with an enormous divide in the floor. Being me I managed to fall into it, honestly the little kids were jumping over it easily and there was me tripping into the crack and getting my foot stuck. "Come on my love" Edward picked me up and we headed to the art. I spent hours gazing into the paintings trying to understand how some of them were art, I mean there was a giant Matisse that claimed to be a snail but all it was, was coloured squares stuck on a page. I mean anyone could have done it, but because Matisse was famous it is worth millions. I noticed Edward staring at a picture of pain, anguish and suffering, a tortured angel stared at me and I recognised those eyes, eyes that I could spend an eternity staring into and never tire of gazing deep inside, "Edward…" I said, "Edward did you…" I looked at the artists name on the side "Edmund Cellun" I said softly, "you painted this" I said incredulously, it was so real, the pain in the eyes and the sense of loneliness, of loss was so vivid, so painful to see in the eyes of one I loved so much. It was entitled 'a self portrait of the monster within' 1999. "Edward, when will you see yourself for who you really are; an angel, the purest, kindest angel. Never a monster" "I honestly do not deserve you" he replied softly kissing my hair and pulling me close. We walked on to the next painting; I wanted to leave the pain in Edward's paintings eyes behind. The next painting had a similar style to the last, but it was a sleeping figure in a dark room, a room I recognised, "that's me" I said softly, I looked into the painting and felt the love he was trying to express through art warm me. This was entitled 'Sleeping Beauty' the sleeping girl, me, was far prettier than I was. My bedroom window was open and the curtain blowing gently as if Edward had just entered or left. I smiled up at Edward "you never said" I accused him. "I have so many more back home" he replied, but you're probably able to spot the themes from these. Before you lit up my life my paintings were bleak and hopeless there was no point to my life but now you beautiful angel have brought meaning and hope and light to my existence. I love you." "As I know you know but I just want to make sure you know; I love you too" I said then burst into giggles at my convoluted sentence, Edward began laughing too; we stood there shaking from our steadily growing. In that moment, there was nothing separating us, just two teenagers laughing and in love. We were just that normal couple that can't see any one else when they're with the other.
We got chucked out of the Tate- we were making too much noise. We ran together, light hearted and free across millennium bridge. I had never really seen Edward like this, completely removed from his burden of being a vampire, to be utterly in love and human. We ran up the stairs to St. Paul's and tried to keep quiet but we were still sniggering as we entered the stillness and quietness of the cathedral. "Can we go to the top? Right to the very top?" "Last one there's a rotten egg" Edward replied as he dragged me to the stairs in the corner. Round and round and round we ran, up and up and up. We reached the whispering gallery where we whispered our undying love and listened as the whisper ran round and round the room. And then we were off again running, running, running. Exhilarated and out of breath we reached the next stage of the climb the 'stone gallery' we were on the outside of the dome now and could see for miles around but we weren't stopping for long, "wait" I laughed as Edward wanted to carry on now to go to the golden gallery- the very top of St. Paul's. I caught my breath and we started running again, to the top. We stood on the golden gallery the wind blowing my hair in Edwards face and there was hardly anyone here as it was just beginning to rain. I literally felt on top of the world, I spread my arms wide and had a titanic moment and I felt invincible. The view was incredible, the city of London spread beneath us, I could see for miles and miles, a great sea of buildings and parks and roads lay beneath us with the Thames snaking through. I took many pictures and as the rain began to pour earnestly Edward coaxed me inside and I realised how many steps we now had to go down and how hungry I was. We were the last people to go down so Edward swung me up into his arms and we began to descend. He moaned softly as he smelt my rain dampened hair but continued with his light heartedness.
We reached the ground floor of the cathedral and decided to wait for the rain to stop by having a look around. The art and the sculptures were amazing and there was a quiet sense reserved only for churches that God was here.
Later as the rain didn't seem like stopping we made a dash to the bus stop and made our rambling way back to the hotel. We were utterly soaked by the time we made it back to our room, but it didn't matter. Nothing could ever matter when I was with Edward. The rain couldn't touch us as we ran up to the hotel. We fumbled with the keys to the room and fell in. Today had been pretty much perfect.
a/n; please review, it makes me feel very special I hope to update soon, when they visit the globe and I'm planning on doing a London dungeon chapter- but I haven't actually been so I'll have to ask some friends. REVIEW xxxxxxxxxxxxx
