The World Today
Bella had not sat down with the intention of watching the news that grey afternoon. It had simply been on, and the story about the naming of the new school down south had managed to intrigue her. She took a seat upon the beaten sofa, cradling her head on the armrest, and surrendered herself to it. Before she even noticed what was happening, Bella was sucked in, as the ever revolving clips pounded themselves into her head with an incessant, grim, need.
Eventually Edward came and inserted himself, wrapping her in a shawl and cradling her in his lap. Neither said a word.
And as the reporters' edges blurred and even the occasional false happiness of some story about a kid donating money to his sister's school lapsed into the abyss of political jargon, the sun slowly sank into the night as well. Shadows grew longer, flickering in the blue light of the screen, as the couple continued to watch the slow decline of the world through the small portal of a television and the dour faces of immaculate anchors. Catchy titles and trite descriptions of interviewees, and explanations that meant nothing, spinning their lies and facades deep into the night.
The immortal and mortal, absorbed in the issues of a society where even the news was a source of manipulation. Golden eyes close, weary. This, the world, it is but one endless loop…
Words are voiced into the darkness, a thought bubbling to the surface unbidden. "Will it be alright?"
Neither knows from where it originated.
A/N: I hate the news. Came to mind since my grandpa's here, and it's all he ever watches. And very loud. And he wonders why he gets depressed. But what I was going for was the contrast of perspectives of Edward and Bella, and their immortal and mortal (for now… keh heh heh) lifespans upon today. If that made any sense.
I realize this is similar to a drabble I posted previously on here, but I only figured this out after I read it and decided to post this anyway. -sparkle-