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That is how I found myself staring at the bed in a house Edward secured for us in case things came to Plan C.
I wasn't prepared for the slaughter of memories that came forward.
Memory
"You, bought us a house?"I whispered
"Yes, when this is over we are going to stay together. I need you Bella." he stated.
"I need you too." I replied.
I smiled knowing that while we were speaking of our need for each other, it wasn't what we really meant.
Memory
My head tilted into his palm, seeking his warmth, expecting the emotion only he could get out of me.
His gentle touch across my cheek brought a gasp from my lips, he took advantage to having my lips open by letting his thumb trace my bottom lip, letting the tip of it glide across my tongue.
I forced my eyes open and look into his. He refused to say it but every time I looked into his eyes I knew it.
Memory
I scanned the aisle, staring at the countless bedding, I was on a mission, that house was going to become our home when this was over. Just as I was about to give up and look else where, I saw it.
It was a red color, I couldn't describe it expect for blood red. Somehow I knew it was the right one.
Memory
I laid the comforter across the bed. I stepped back to admire my work. I traced the gold trimming that matched that fleck in Edward's green eyes. For a moment the thought of children some with black hair and other copper running around the room races through my mind.
Memory
I let him lean me over the bed. His lips ghosting over my collar bone. His hot breathe on my skin.
In that moment I felt so in peace. So in need, in love. My hands made their way into his hair gently scratching his scalp. I forced him to look into my eyes as he hitched my leg over his hip. I forced all my feelings into my eyes. His gasp assured me that my goal was complete, even though I haven't said it he knew I loved him. In that moment he entered me, we let out moans as we became one.
End of memories
I kneeled in the doorway. The feeling of lost over took me, it wasn't this strong since that night, the night I lost everything. My eyes scanned the room, they found a picture on the dresser, it was of Edward's family. That is when I realized what I needed to do. His own father and mother didn't know he was gone, they might think that he simply gave up on them; they deserved to know the truth.
I already knew where they lived due to the fact that Edward made plans for us to visit them after the heist, but I wasn't brave enough to go alone.
It was with that thought that I fled into the night.
I was aware that Aro was out to kill us, mainly me, but I welcomed him. If he got within shooting distance I would fire a bullet into his cold, dark, and useless heart. In that moment I would be able to move on. In that moment alone, that is how I found myself driving down an empty country road, not realizing that my gas was low. That is how I found myself stopped in the middle of nowhere.