Short, but at least it's something, right? I know, I know, I've been slacking. The major impetus behind this one is a frustration with SM and her lack of supporting character usage. All kinds of great angst in the extended Cullen family and she didn't really tap it. Ok, ok, maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I flat out adore Jasper/Alice and think there all sorts of things to be done with Emmett/Rosalie...
There are girls, and then there are girls
There are girls, and then there are girls.
Don't ever ask me how I found a girly-girl to fall in love with. Or rather, how she found me. I swear I'll never understand it, and I'm not sure that I want to. It's easier sometimes not to, to tell the truth.
Like when she's got that look in her eyes, the one that says she's still hurting from the past. Hurting herself because she can't, won't, let what happened to her go. Her need for revenge didn't die with those men. No, they might as well be ghosts, endlessly reminding of what they took from her, and she sees their theft as their victory and her eternal loss. Every missed opportunity stares back at her every time she looks in that mirror. Doesn't really matter how many times I tell her so, but she hasn't learned yet that you don't step in the same river twice. You can't chase down the water that's already slipped away. But still, there's that look in those eyes…
Maybe Edward is the one that can read her mind, but I'm the one that can read those eyes. They've never seen her fall apart, heard the anguished whispers that I have. They don't know when all she needs is to have her hand gripped in mine, or just to know that I'm standing behind her, her shadow or her protector, whatever she needs me to be. I've learned--and they've been hard lessons--what a fallen angel needs.