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A/N: Hello wonderful reader! I'm very proud to present to you chapter 9! R&R! Enjoy! (Wow, I'm very…exclamatory today)
Bella
I had been sitting; my back against a tree, tears rolling soundlessly down my cheeks and I thought that my eyes should have surely dried out. All was quiet and serene. I was waiting hopefully for the gigantic black clouds to lighten their load, but the rain seemed at bay for the time being. I couldn't resist thinking of the times we'd spent in this meadow. The memories played soundlessly, as if I had some sort of strange PowerPoint playing in my head. A twig snapping made me jump; it was just like me to be afraid of small things, like needles. I remembered the conversation I had with Edward while I was in the hospital. "Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV on the other hand…" he'd teased. Even more tears came at the thought of a different part of that conversation. He'd promised he wouldn't leave me… And he didn't. "I left him," I whispered to myself resentfully. In any case, it was coming from the way I entered the meadow. My body tensed. Every cell was aware and waiting for whatever it was to come out. I couldn't help the cold, hard fear that racked through me. My recent experience made me edgy. A pale, chiseled body stepped out; golden-brown hair shining, skin sparkling, butterscotch eyes full of melancholy. My body reacted impulsively as I launched myself into his arms. I brought my lips to his and a strange, light feeling washed through me. I knew, in that single moment, that we would be okay. That I would be Edward's as long as I lived; that I could never leave him because if I did, I would be this sort of wreck again. And that was not acceptable.
Edward
I was on the last leg of my journey when I slowed to a walk. I tensed when I got closer to the opening; someone was in the meadow. I could smell salty tears from the center of the meadow. As I got closer, the light scent of freesia washed over me, the same scent I had meant to get away from. I grinned impulsively when I saw her mahogany hair, but just as suddenly was overcome by a sense of melancholy; Bella was still angry with me, and probably didn't want me around. "I left him…" she whispered resentfully to herself. I meant to stay and just watch her, but my footsteps were heavy, and made a twig snap. I became painfully aware of every movement she made, watching every muscle tighten, her eyes showing the beginnings of fear. I wanted, more than anything, to hold her, comfort her, but I knew better than to launch myself at her right now. I trudged out of the brush, like a poor soul off to the electric chair. Her eyes took in my every detail, and I hers. Her hair was matted to her red, tearstained face (she'd never been a graceful crier, but it made her look beautiful anyway), her brown eyes were frantic, like they usually were when I left her to hunt when she was fully human, and her hands shook from the tears. She couldn't have looked more beautiful, but I couldn't help but hate myself for making her cry so much. Her muscles twitched with indecision for a moment, but she ran at me, and flung herself into my arms. I tried to contain my enthusiasm as I rocked her back and forth. Bella didn't hate me, and I never hated her. She brought her lips to mine in what was undeniably, gratitude. I knew, in that moment, I could finish her. I could make her happy and forever mine. Forever.
A/N: Blech, really short chapter. I SWEAR the next chapter will be longer! Sorry all!
