The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #22
Pen Name: RockRaven244
Pairing/Character(s): Edward, Bella
Rating: M
Word Count: 492

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The morning air is crisp, clean.

I miss being home.

Home.

The road between the ranches is lined with trees that hang over each other, creating a passageway with rays of sun slipping through.

I walk, hands in my pockets, head in the clouds.

What did we just do?

I run my fingers through my messy hair, tangled from sleep and ...

I'm scared.

What we shared was so much more than friendship or scratching a mutual itch. It was ... everything.

I stop walking.

I'm in the middle if the road, halfway between our homes.

I don't know what to do.

I look both ways and breathe. Deep breaths. The panic is starting to settle in.

What if we just ruined everything?

What if ... what if he doesn't want me the way I want him?

I'll never be able to get over that ... we'll never survive this.

I cover my mouth and I feel wetness on my cheeks.

Should I go back?

He didn't stop me from leaving.

My shoulders fall and I start walking toward my childhood home, wiping my face.

He didn't stop me.

When I reach the end of the trees, the sun is rising steadily in the sky.

I make my way into the house, unconcerned that I will be stopped or questioned because everyone is already hard at work on the farm.

My bedroom is dark and cool.

I strip out of my clothes, put my iPod on the dock and hit play before making my way into the bathroom.

I fill the tub with hot water and turn to the mirror looking at the woman staring back at me.

Her eyes are red and swollen, her hair is a chaotic mess of curls, but the the thing that captures my attention is how sad I look.

Utterly sad and lost.

I may have lost my best friend, the love of my life.

But I can't regret what happened.

His rough hands on my skin.

His lips, soft and warm against mine.

The weight of his body on top of mine.

The ache between my legs.

I lean my head against the lip of the tub and let my tears flow.

My chest feels hollow.

I can't just let things end this way, I have to tell him that I love him and if he doesn't feel the same way …

I hear a door open and I sit up in the bathtub.

There's a quick knock and the bathroom door pushes open and he's here.

"Edward?"

He kneels beside me and takes my face in his hands.

The fact that I'm naked in the bathtub flits through my mind but when his lips touch mine, all coherent thought leaves me.

When he pulls away, I blurt out, "I love you."

His eyes go wide and then he smiles. He leans his forehead against mine and sighs.

"Well, that's a great thing darlin', 'cause I love you, too."