Okay, I figured it out. I'm posting everyday for the next three days! That way Tuesday's Valentine's post will be worthy of the day. How's that sound?
BPOV
Back from Italy.
I used the money from the banking account to pay the Volturi.
My education wasn't free.
Nor was it cheap.
They were sad to see me go.
Tried to persuade me to stay.
I couldn't.
Not after Seattle.
Where I lost my heart.
I went back to Forks.
But there was nothing there for me.
Only a tombstone with the names Charles and Renée Swan.
So I left.
It was hard finding a new home.
I finally decided to settle in Northern California.
The trees remind me of Washington.
Where you are.
I putter around, trying to fill my day.
Try to keep my mind off of you.
It's no good.
I unpack the few belongings I have, making a list of things I need to make this place a home.
It's a tiny house, but it's mine.
I used the remaining money that you gave me.
It's partly your house.
I sigh, disgusted with myself.
I hate the morose feeling that's smothering me.
Hate that I'm plagued of dreams of you only to be disappointed when I wake up.
Alone.
I have no idea what to do with my time.
I would go to college, but I've spent enough time, head buried in books.
I would love college.
The downside being deadlines and professors who look down on those who come from my line of work.
No school.
No job.
No purpose.
I miss you.
Frustrated, I leave my little house and take the used car I bought to town.
Town's small.
But not dead.
I stop when I see an arts supply store.
A faint smile on my lips.
I return home with my purchases.
Canvas, oils, and brushes.
Yes.
This will keep my mind from you.
I wonder if you miss me too.
I met somebody, leaving the store.
We chatted.
He asked me out.
I agreed, ignoring the pain in my heart.
Thoughts that I was betraying you.
I tell myself that it will be good to get over you.
After I set up a room for my painting, I get ready for my night out.
I've never been on a real date before.
One where I'm not a Companion.
I spend the entire night wondering what it would be like if we had a chance to be a normal couple.
Would you have tried to hold my hand like he did on our first date?
Would you have opened doors and pulled out chairs like he didn't?
The whole night I spend thinking about us.
I don't even give him a chance.
He could be the one.
The one to erase the imprint you've left.
But he can't compete with your memory.
His eyes aren't green.
His hair doesn't tempt my fingers to run through it.
When he leans in to kiss me goodnight, I turn my head.
His kiss is nothing like yours.
It feels wrong.
I miss you.
Terribly.
I tell him not to come back.
A/N: This fic does have a HEA; I promise. Just hang in there! Remember to check for an update tomorrow.
But just because I'm updating more doesn't mean you can slack on those reviews. Deal?
