a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. The exercise is meant for you to just start writing from the prompt you're given. Let your imagination go and not over think. I don't own Twilight.

Word Prompt: Request

Audio-Visual Challenge—Musical Mastery: "Autumn" by Paolo Nutini*

Listen to the sample, then write whatever comes to you first.

*I added a link to this sample in my profile.

"I want to see you."

There was a short pause and then he responded. "I want to see you too. I have to talk to you."

I gave the phone a little squeeze to thank it for being the deliverer of what I wanted to hear. Edward wanted to see me too. And he wanted to talk. This shouldn't have surprised me based on the letter he express mailed to me while I was visiting Alice for homecoming. But this was Edward and him wanting to talk about anything remotely serious always surprised me. I fiddled with the envelope sitting on my desk containing my hope for something more. This letter meant everything to me.

"Should I come by your dorm," I asked.

"Um…let's meet in the dining hall. I haven't eaten since lunch."

"Ok, I'll leave in 5 minutes."

"Cool. Glad you made it home safely, Bella." I smiled at hearing my name. It felt special coming from him. "Thanks. I'll see you soon."

I hung up and stared at the envelope. I wasn't going to bring it to the dining hall but wanted to read it again. I had the whole thing memorized but loved to see his handwriting…"Love, Edward". He's never written that before. For a brief moment, I wondered if I was reading too much into this but shook the thought away. Alice and I analyzed every word. Considered multiple perspectives. She insisted there was no way he would express mail a letter across the country when I was only gone for five days to tell me this unless it meant he wanted to try more when I got back to school. I had a hard time disagreeing with her. I pulled out the already worn letter and let out a ridiculous sigh as I reread it:

Dear Bella,

I hope you and Alice are having a great time. I know you miss her. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to talk before you left but I wanted you to know I think about that day in my room all the time. I've thought about it long before it actually happened. I know we didn't really discuss it but maybe we should just see how this goes naturally. You're a special person in my life and I appreciate our friendship. Can't wait to see you. Be safe.

Love, Edward xx

I couldn't keep the sloppy smile off my face. I ran a brush through my hair a few times to smooth it down and thought about that day in his room. We had just finished up our photography class and we're listening to music in his dorm. We were flirting. We always seemed to flirt these days. I wasn't really the flirty type like Edward. I was more reserved but his advances were addicting. I just never knew if he was being his regular, charming self or if he was honestly attracted to me. I got my answer when we went from never touching beyond friendly hugs to kissing and grinding on his twin-sized bed. It's not the wisest thing to fall for a playboy but I was banking on our shared roots at home to our evolving companionship in college to make me different from the rest.

I grabbed my keys, touched the letter once more, and headed out. This was going to be a risk for us. I knew he valued what we already were deeply. I was his best friend. But I always felt the possibility of what we could be was worth giving it a try. He was the guy I carried up three flights of stairs after his first drunken night during freshman year, holding a trashcan by his head until morning and I was the girl he commandeered the dining hall kitchen for to make my mother's homemade chicken tortilla soup when I caught a bug going around campus. We were worth a try.

I entered the dining hall and scanned the large room quickly. He was already there, sitting in our normal spot. He was having a bowl of cereal for dinner. I wanted to rush over to him and bear hug him from behind but that felt a little desperate. I had an unsettling feeling in my stomach just from looking at him from afar so I decided to play it cool. While I scooped out some Cap'n Crunch from the cereal bar, I sneaked peeks at Edward over the dispensers. He still hadn't noticed me. Something was off. I couldn't define his expression. I was moving mindlessly at this point because eating anything didn't feel like an option with my stomach knotting tighter and tighter. As I poured the whole milk over my bowl of insignificance, I regretted leaving the letter in my room. I had an urge to read it again. See if I missed something. If I missed a message between the lines. Grabbing a spoon, I approached our table. Edward saw me then and his face lit up. I grinned back automatically. Maybe I was being paranoid. He might have been distracted by something else. But I still didn't feel like eating my cereal.

"Hey," he said while standing up. Not giving me time to set down my bowl, he held me in an awkward hug. He pulled away quickly and sat down. I eased into my seat and saw a glimmer of that indefinable emotion return. He smoothed his face quickly and looked at me.

"Did you have a good trip," he asked as he stuffed his Frosted Flakes in his mouth.

"Yeah, it was great. Homecoming was a blast since they won the game and Alice is like big woman on campus." I paused. The tension was suffocating me and I couldn't deal with the small talk. I cut to the chase. "Thank you for the letter. I loved it."

He stopped eating. He even stopped chewing. He swallowed the mush in his mouth and glanced over at me. He didn't hold my eye contact and mumbled, "I'm glad. I meant every word." I wanted to feel relieved but knew that he wasn't finished. I couldn't breathe.

"I know this might sound random and confusing and..." he trailed off. I watched him struggle with his next words and my body got cold and numb. I wished I wasn't in this crowded, noisy room. I wished I were anywhere but in front of him because I knew the next thing out of his mouth was going to be altering. And not in the way I had foolishly hoped.

"I'm with someone now." This didn't compute.

"What? With someone?" My brain was trying to reject it.

"Yes." He swallowed and told his cereal, "I have a girlfriend."

Dread. That was the indefinable emotion I saw when I first spotted him in the dining hall. I realized it at this moment because that's what was washing over me now.

a/n *cringe* There's a lot more in my head than this but it needed to stop here.