Twilight is the property of Stephenie Meyer. I just like playing with the characters, especially Jasper.
This is a drabble.
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
…
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you?
-Iron & Wine
Part 6
When the stranger stepped in behind her and closed the door, all thoughts of what had happened outside flew out of her mind, because, for the first time, she could see him clearly.
He had rugged features, yet with an ethereal feel, with blond hair that seemed to glow around his head. And still wearing dark glasses.
Bella reached for the glasses.
"Not yet," he said. "You're not ready."
He led her to a chair, one of the few pieces of furniture she still had.
The apartment was mostly empty. He had taken most of their common furniture when He left. She'd been left with an aging dining room table and mismatched chairs. The rickety table was at least forty years old, from when her parents got married.
She sat down, just as the power went out and the room went dark.
They were alone in the dark for a few seconds before he asked, "Got any candles?"
She pointed to the kitchenette then realized he wouldn't be able to see her. Just as she started to say, "In the kitchen," she heard the sound of the kitchen cabinets opening and closing. He must have seen her pointing after all. Bella put her hand in front of her face and waved it. She couldn't see it. And he had dark glasses. What…?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a burner coming on, and she saw him standing in the glow of the stove's gas flame, lighting a taper.
"What's your name?" he asked sitting down next to her, sticking the candle into a flimsy holder. It wobbled, but stayed upright.
"Bella," she said. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to meet you," he said simply.
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This is a little Valentine's Day Drabble.
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