The Twilight Saga – Edwards Return.
Every single day, the thought of Edward Cullen's face looming over mine stuck in my head. I could always feel his eyes boring into my back, the yellow-green gaze leaving me struck-dumb. Since the day he left me, the thought of him made my heart skip a few beats. The smell of his breath, the feel of his cold, lifeless skin upon my cheek. I have just sat here, day after day just thinking about when he would come back, then that day, came. I will take you back...
Monday, December 25th, Christmas day, I woke up to a blanket of snow lying on my window sill. Charlie was waiting at the door, his kind, old eyes looking at me with care. I looked at my loving, aged father with a big smile on my face, taking in all of what I have got used to while living in Forks. At the back of my head, was the thought of Edward Cullen, my best friend, who had left, on search of the trackers. I know that it was to save me, but life without Edward Cullen was becoming unbearable. I slowly padded down the stairs, all wrapped up in my dressing gown and looked out the window. There were large, perfect shaped footsteps in the snow, each perfectly outlined, angelic in fact. My head started spinning thinking of possibilities, Charlie? Postman? Postmen don't do work on Christmas. Edward? Is it Edward? A glimmer of hope passed through my head.
I felt a short, sharp breath on my neck and saw a shadow loom above me, a scent so faultless it was as if a small desire had been evolved. His wide, square jaw with its perfect highlighting along the bone and his yellow eyes, so beautiful in the early mooring wintery light. A flashback went through me, of when he was leaning over me, about to run, fast away, to never see me again, his last few words, 'remember I love with all my cold, lifeless, metal, unfeeling heart. But now, he's back, for me, to see me, Edward.
That whole night he sat by my side, watching me sleep his effortless graceful movement on his hand brushing my cheeks. His stone cold body grew warmer and more human through the night, as if he was a lava lamp, heating up until the bubbles finally float around in a beautiful colourful mess. As the early morning sunlight shone through my window I realised how much I had missed him. I had to pinch myself carefully just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I looked over at Edward, his perfect porcelain skin so clear and smooth, he looked like a doll, the ken doll I never had. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head perfectly towards me. He leant down carefully and kissed me lightly and sweetly on the cheek. His last movement was so unexpected I gasped and he swiftly leant back, his eyes growing more and angrier. Angry at himself maybe? I just drifted off back to sleep and let my mine wonder, about him, about his out of the blue return...