AN: Sorry, everyone who was into this story before, I know I haven't been updating at all, but I do hope that you guys will still support me. But anyways. This is Chapter 2. :) Enjoy!
I walked the streets of 1918 Chicago with my head down. I have never felt so out of place. I was the only one in the whole female population that was wearing jeans. And a t-shirt. Everybody looked so formal. They were in shirts and dresses looking dignified. And not to mention beautiful.
Then suddenly, I fell head first into a warm, hard chest of somebody. Almost immediately, I looked up. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking to where I was going, I'm really sorry." I found myself staring into a pair of deep green eyes. The kind that could make you forget your name.
"It's quite alright." He smiled crookedly. "Are you alright, Miss?" The sound of my lullaby found my ears. I found him. I have finally found him. I nodded manically.
"Edward..." I breathed.
But he was already long gone.
"Edward.." I kept whispering. I immediately turned around. Where is he? I looked further, beyond the heads of many city walkers. I found him. I found that mop of bronze tousled hair. I found him. I was rushing past people, I kept pushing to go faster, as fast as I can so that I could stare into those eyes again. I could memorize his human face, I could feel the heat of him radiating off of me while he held me in his arms. I need his touch, I craved for it. People were now staring at me like I was a maniac, the type that should be let out of prison. As I pushed, I heard voices. Voices in my head that urged me to go faster, that told me which way he was heading. There was a part of me, that wished I had found him. If I hadn't found him, I won't have to watch him put his arms around that tiny waist of a beautiful woman. I wouldn't have to see that his arm was already taken by someone so stunning.
I looked for more, indications of what the girl looked like, whether or not she was worthy of my Edward. My Edward, was no more. Just Edward. I couldn't help myself, I felt myself slipping underneath tiredness. I couldn't feel my legs and I couldn't breathe. My heart has never beaten so fast before, not the time when he kissed me, not the time when he had shown me what he looked like under the moonlight. This, I need to find him feeling, it's killing me.
I didn't know what else I can do, or could do. My feet stapled to the earth beneath me, and I yelled on top of my voice.
"EDWARD!" I plead. Please, please, some higher power, let me find him again. Please, I'll give you anything you want, anything at all.
"EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN!" I shouted once again. Suddenly, realization hits me, and I realized that I might be stuck here and will never find Edward again. I fell down on the ground and I hugged my knees against my chest. I sobbed and sobbed.
Until seconds later, a feather light tap on my shoulder stopped me in my tracks.
"Miss, are you well? I saw you crying from a distance, are you alright?" said the velvet voice that I conjure up in my dreams. I looked up and I saw those emerald like eyes staring back at me intently. I found him again. Finally.
"I'm okay now. Thank you." I replied.
"Alright, good. Bye, Miss."
He's leaving. Again. I can't let him do that, I have only just found him.
"Wait," I blurted. "I don't have anywhere to go. I don't know where I am or anything. I don't know anyone here."
"Well, do you want to come home with me? We have rooms at the family house." How desperately I waited for him to ask me that.
"Is it a lot of trouble?" I questioned.
"Not at all. My house is this way, we can jump on the carriage if you want." He slid out his hand to indicate where the carriage was kept. I followed him. This was all happening too fast, it was as if by magic, he suddenly came into view and swept me off of my feet once more. I missed how he held my hand as we walked along a street, I wondered if that'll happen again.
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