All right, we're back to Bella. This is just a little blurb from New Moon – guess I've got that one on the brain right now. Thanks to everyone reading/reviewing! Big thanks as usual to hmonster4 for helping me out, as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Stagnant
Pen name: HeartOfLife
Pairing: Bella/Edward implied
Rating: K
Time does not heal all wounds. Time only closes them, makes it so that you no longer bleed from your injury. But you are left with that reminder, the jagged scar that aches with phantom pains. After awhile, it becomes a part of you. Your body adjusts to the change but its foreign texture, the ugly discolored pucker of it, is always there so that when you wonder, "Was that real? Was any of it?" all you have to do is look down and see that you are permanently marked, irrevocably changed. You have been through a battle and you've made it to the other side alive.
But what does alive really mean, anyway? You're breathing? You're able to put one foot in front of the other? Your heart beats at fairly normal intervals and your blood pumps through your veins with some sense of reason? And maybe sometimes you'll feel a flicker of something beneath your ribs, no stronger than the beat of an insect's wing, a whisper really, and you'll remember a time when you felt it all. When your life made sense and you weren't just sitting here, waiting for something, anything. When you weren't broken.
Your life is divided into two fragments of time – the times when you have to pretend to be okay and the times when you can be alone, truly alone, and lay staring at the wall. You watch the shadows move, though your eyes do not. You hear the soft rustling of the tree outside your window and you think for one second that it could be him, but you can't bring yourself to turn your body just to face the disappointment of the empty sill. You are curled up on the bed, up into yourself, and this is comfortable because if you don't move, you don't hurt. So you don't, not even an inch, and you intrinsically understand the blissful numbness of inertia.
No, time does not heal anything at all. It just indicates that you've waited too long for him to come back.
And he is not coming back.
