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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #24
Pen Name: GeekChic12
Pairing/Character(s): Edward and Bella
Rating: M
Word Count: 500
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Sunset
It's still warm out, being early September. Leaving the walking trail, I shed my socks and shoes and step into the cool water. It's peaceful here. Serene.
It reminds me of my stay in rehab. That's why I moved here. To recreate the tranquil environment as best I could.
I'm a year sober today, and as I look out over the calm water, I recall the tumultuous events that led to my turning to drugs to ease the pain.
I was married to an ad executive. My husband had been working late for weeks, trying to close a deal with a big client.
At least that's what he'd told me.
I'd gone to his office to surprise him with dinner and some amazing news one night, and bam. My whole life was turned upside down.
I'd walked in to find him balls-deep in his secretary, her fake tits staying remarkably still, considering the force with which he was pounding into her.
So fucking cliché.
Dropping the food I'd been carrying, I ran. I couldn't confront him, couldn't even form a complete sentence right then.
He bursted through our front door while I was shoving clothes into a suitcase, pleading for my forgiveness.
"We can make this work," he said. "I love you. Please, baby."
I slapped him so hard, I'd guess it hurt my hand worse than it hurt his face. "Don't you fucking baby me. And speaking of babies, good luck trying to have yours in your life after this fuckery."
"Mine?"
"That's right," I said, placing my hand over my still-flat stomach. "Six weeks."
He stumbled back then, tears spilling down his face.
"I hope sticking your dick in a younger pussy was worth losing everything for," I sneered at him before walking out.
We'd both wanted children so badly. We'd been trying for almost two years.
When I miscarried two weeks later, I started drinking heavily. Then came the pills.
The blissful haze I was in most days made my situation almost bearable.
Almost.
My sister, Alice, found me in a pool of vomit one day and got me to the hospital. She saved me.
Rehab was eye-opening. I learned that my marriage hadn't been healthy even when I thought it was good.
I don't know if I'll ever be loved the way I feel I deserve.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully trust a man again, but I want to try.
I want to give it my all because I still want dates and kisses and holding hands. I still want Christmases with children bounding down the stairs in socked feet to see what Santa's brought for them.
The sun begins to set, so I move to the bench beside the water to watch the sky change colors.
A man with hair the color of the sunset walks up, and with a shy smile, asks, "Is this seat taken?"
I smile back at his kind green eyes. "No. Please. Have a seat."
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