A/N: Thanks so much for all your wonderful thoughts.
Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest belong to me. All mistakes are mine.
It's a bit late, but here's the last update for the night!
Chapter 25 - Seedling
That blooming hope…blossoms, seedlings still young; undefined like a backyard shrub only now flowering, but…if properly nurtured…seedlings that might sprout a forest.
And it's not his misplaced guilt; it's his dauntless faith…his forgiveness…his belief in me despite how I once ran.
"Bella, I came to say I'm sor-"
"No." I cover his mouth. "I don't want your apology."
His emerald gaze is no longer wary, and the grin…that grin of my dreams…it's actually not the same one Vicky got – not at all.
I'll ask, but for now...Cheerio, Vic.
"Then what do you-"
Before he finishes, I crush my mouth to his.
A/N: Thoughts?
Now, this song by this cutey is an oldie, but to me, it's a goody. (And I happen to think it goes well here ;) :
Escape by Enrique Iglesias
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