Word Prompt: Sweets
After Edward's quick departure, I feel uneasy. It just doesn't settle well in my heart.
But I refuse to be that girl, the one that's consistently pitiful over a guy. Regardless if the guy is the love of your life or not, and I'll admit it's kind of liberating to decide to be strong. Independent. Self-reliant.
I'd gone almost twenty years without him, a month or two wasn't going to kill me.
But there are certain moments when I could actually feel how much I miss him, the ache is so real and very present. The only love in my past I could relate it to was how I loved my father, and since his accident how much I had miss him.
It's different, but the same.
It's during those quiet hours in the night, when I am the only one lying in my bed, that the ping of missing him throbs through my bones.
It's when I see Rose and her boyfriend sitting around on the couch, or eating at the table, or just holding hands, that I have to look away because Edward's not here with me.
The hurt is so there every time I visit Alice that I almost don't want to go. His pictures sometimes mock me. Uneasy reminders that they are his life, not me.
So I have to remind myself that I'm one tough cookie and the world still spins even when Edward Cullen is gone and away from me.
Most of the time it works.
I thought about how selfish it is of me to be angry and hurt that Edward still goes and works his 'jobs' even though he doesn't have to. Was I really so self centered that I expect him to choose me and forget about his passion? His life?
I weigh it out often, and think about what if the shoe was on the other foot.
I wouldn't like it one bit.
For example, I wouldn't like it if Edward wanted me to quit school to travel with him, never once accounting in my wants or desires.
But... I think I'd do it.
Shit, that's pathetic.
...~{sYa}~...
Rosalie's waiting for me on the couch. It's a Friday night, she should be out with her man, instead she's staying home and eating raw cookie dough with me.
She picks us out a couple of movie's and we snuggle on the couch under the covers. We eat a few Pringles every so often to achieve the correct balance of sweets and salt, it's a delicate thing.
The night's still young, we're settled and snug on the couch watching a scary movie. We have the lights out to enhance our fear. We giggle a lot, and I don't think about missing Edward.
Even though I do miss him.
The room grows quiet, and we both scream when someone knocks at the front door. We both sit motionless and listen.
They knock again, and we laugh instead of scream.
I pause the movie as she gets up and answers the door.
She comes back into the living room carrying a box of chocolates and shiny balloon. Her face is pale and her eyes are narrowed.
"What is that?" I ask. Valentine's day was three weeks ago.
"It's for Edward," she says, hard and soft at the same time.
My heart skips. "What?"
"That was, um...the limo driver who said he brought him home from his meeting?" She shrugs and then continues, "He said that Ms. Denali asked him to deliver this to wherever Edward was staying and he assumed it was here, well, because this is where he dropped him off..."
"Hand it to me!" I say too harshly and mean.
There's a card, a balloon that says 'thanks', and a small box of 'genuine Swiss chocolates.'
Have I mentioned how much I hate balloons?
I hold the offending items in my hand. I am beyond pissed.
I turn the card over, it's not sealed, the edge of the envelope is just tucked inside itself. I could read it and he'll never know.
What should I do?
