I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT
EDWARD P.O.V.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
We slowly reached Jacob. I wanted nothing more than to smack that happy smile off of his face, but for my daughter will be decent.
I felt a light tugging on my hand, and when I looked down I realized that I was supposed to let go now. I was supposed to give her to him.
Was it wrong that I wanted nothing more than to pick her up, grab Bella, and run?
"You can let go, now, Daddy." She whispered through her smile. And it killed me.
I didn't want to let go.
All of the memories of her were still so fresh in my mind. How could I have to give her up so quickly?
It was unfair, and mean. She belonged to me, and I envyed Jacob for taking her.
Suddenly, her hold on my hand grew tighter. At first, I was filled with over-whelming joy. I thought that maybe that was my cue to call the whole thing off, to make up some kind of excuse, and save her.
But she was only trying to tell me something.
I saw memories of us, now.
Nothing big. Just the tiny little moments every father should have with his daughter.
Teaching her to ride the horse. Never letting her fall.
Eating disgusting cupcakes, but admiring her hard work.
Putting daisys in her hair, and watching her skip around the meadow.
Butterfly kisses.
Without a choice, I slowly let her hand slip out of mine... And into his.
