I own nothing, except my OC Malady.

Alone. Again.

My eyes still filled with tears, I stumbled to the bathroom long enough to take my contacts out. I sat down on the corner of my bed and fumbled with the zippers on my boots. Finally, I was able to kick them off and plop back down on my side.

I glanced at the digital clock on my night stand. The numbers were blurred by my tears and fuzzy from my near-sightedness, but I could still make out that it was a quarter after four.

I closed my eyes for a bit, my cheeks wet, my nose stuffy, my head throbbing, and my heart aching.

When I opened my eyes later on, I noticed that some time had passed. My pillow was still damp, but my room was darker and considerably colder. I had goosebumps on my arms and was curled up in a ball in an attempt to get warm in my sleep. The sound of rain on the roof registered, and I looked over toward my window drunkenly and saw that it was still open.

I managed to pull myself out of bed and make my way over to shut it. My foot squished in the wet carpet around that area. The rain had blown in. I barely even noticed it; I just pushed the window closed and walked back over to my bed, pausing long enough to wipe my foot on the dry carpet before rolling back into bed.

I looked at my clock again through half closed eyelids, it had only been about an hour. I sighed, and my eyes went the rest of the way closed. With every beat of my heart, the pain in my temples and at the front of my head made itself more and more noticeable. I groaned, rubbing my head with one hand and pulling the quilt at the bottom of the bed over me with the other.

As soon as I was half asleep and my judgement was clouded, thoughts of Emmett emerged in my head. They tore me from my blissful daze and back into the painful reality.

Why, oh, why did I let myself get caught up in the happiness that was his company? As I mentally scolded myself, the sorrow returned.

Instead of silent tears, it was agonized, heartwrenching sobs. My eyes half closed, my tears splattered on my pillow, making dark drops on my white pillowcase.

I was in a world of my own, filled with suffering that I thought I had blocked out after my parents died. This suffering was a completely different kind that I couldn't shield myself from.

"Why?" The word ripped itself from my heart and was pulled forth from my lips.

When the answer donned on me some time later, relief didn't flood me at the realization; it just felt like another blow. I was heart broken. I didn't know exactly to what extent I had loved Emmett until he was torn from my hands and so far out of reach.

As I mulled over this, my breakdown had reduced to hitched breathing, silent wimpers, and blinking away tears.

I was pulled from my reverie by cold arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer to the already familiar body. I turned toward the other side so that I was facing him.

He wiped away a stray tear with his finger and pushed back the strands of hair that were plastered to my forehead.

I put my right hand, palm down, on his broad chest. I gazed up into his darkening eyes, which seemed to be burning into my soul. "I love you," I breathed.

We were both silent for a very long few seconds. Emmett covered my hand with his. "And I love you," The truth behind those words was overwhelming.

With that, he placed a cool hand on each side of my tear-streaked face. Slowly and measuredly, he leaned in closer. And then, his lips met mine.

His cold lips were surprisingly soft, and they melded with mine perfectly. The kiss was soft and delicate, nothing like I would exect from Emmett.

Soon, it got more passionate. I wrapped my arms around Emmett's neck, and he rolled over onto his back so that I was positioned on top of him.

"Rosalie?" I asked in between kisses.

"She left me," was Emmett's simple reply. I was bothered slightly by the annoyed look in his eye.

"I know, but, you're on the rebound-"

Emmett interrupted, "Malady." He stopped quickly and gave me an incredulous look at the word I just uses. He continues, "You're the only one I want. It's been over between me and Rose for a long time. I love you." He enunciated those last three words.

My lips formed into a smile as the words registered. The only response that I could form was a pathetic sounding, "Really?"

"Absolutely," Emmett's smile was warm. "Be mine?"

"Yes," The word came out as barely a whisper, but he heard.

"Forever?"

"As much of forever as I can give."

"All of it," Emmett whispered.

I opened my mouth to object, but he cut me off again, "I want to change you."

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