Caelestis

by The Cannibal Giraffe

Bella has never had a home, never had parents that loved her, was never really wanted. Now she makes a decision that she can't ever take back. A drabble fic, M just in case

64. Chapter 64

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

---

Bella

I've had my first kiss. It only took twenty three- or is it twenty four?- years and my own death to receive.

Edward likes to dance every night after dinner. He procures the music; the slow, crooning songs he was partial to in the 1920s.

"Reminds me of when I was truly alive," he'd said wistfully.

So every night we dance. Sometime it's like the first, where he twirls and dips me until all I can do is laugh. Others it's slow and peaceful. We're content to just hold each together and sway to the music.

It was one of those times that it happened. A kiss on top of my head. My forehead, mt cheek, my nose, my chin, my mouth. Stolen before I could even react.

I tilted my head back anyway as a silent invitation to do it again. He did; again and again until all I could focus on was him him him.