Disclaimer: I still have no ownership over Twilight, New Moon, or, the recently released Eclipse. These fabulous pieces of writing all belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer.
AN: I am attempting to make it up to you all by typing up this story. And just so you know, I lied. As you know, I am lazy, and right now I am so much so that I do not feel like transferring the information from the last authors note onto here, so I am going to leave it up. Many apologies.
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Now, this one is just a summer evening when Bella is lying out in the front yard in the middle of the night, and Edward is just returning from hunting. Be warned, I originally wrote this at midnight, so it should be interesting what my tired mind produces. I should hopefully get out the kinks as I type it though. Also be warned this is me experimenting with details and descriptions. Now, I will shut up.
Continue.
The Heart of Heaven
The long grass tickled her exposed flesh uncomfortably, attempting to press through the fabric on her back, crab grass poking through here and there, jabbing painfully. The soil the grass relied on was damp, a light layer of moisture clinging desperately to the fibers of the blue cotton and gray flannel that adorned her.
She lay facing the sky, arms at her sides, palms down, taking in the texture of the earth. Her neck curved gently and slightly above the ground, exposed to the wrath of the stiff green blades as her hair fanned out behind her, chocolate waves rippling softly against the unrelenting green.
The pale, tired face was drawn, impassive, dark eyes shining out from the milky pallor, hungrily consuming the view above her, yet at the same time not seeing anything.
Red lips were lightly pressed together, relaxed but not parted, and as desirable as a piece of smooth chocolate.
She stared at a painted seen, brushed by an unknown hand, black velvet smoothed across the sky, the Milky Way swirling through, the stars that were dusted on dancing with the planets watching somberly on. The moon was hidden by the dark leafy canvases of the soldiering trees, lurking unseen, not daring to touch the heavens.
A breeze smoothed over, cleansing the stale air with a fresh wave, as crisp as a cool glass of water, washing over her silent figure, causing a few strands of brown satin to slip over her face, tickling her firm yet soft skin.
Ignoring it completely, she let her thoughts drift away, carrying her with them.
Silence settled, comfortable and cushioning, bringing the peace of an old quilt one wrapped around their self on a cold wintry eve, when they had no where they needed to be.
Another gentle wind sailed over, carrying the scent of rain and honeysuckle.
Her eyelids slipped close, concealing the deep pools, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Everything was going on, yet nothing was happening. Time was moving, but everything was still. Things were ending, but everything had just begun.
Something sweet brushed across her mouth, and she savored the fleeting taste. There was a cool touch on her hand, and a moth's wing fluttering across her forehead, the strands of thin stray ribbon being brushed away by gentle compassion.
Her eyes remained closed, but she could see perfectly the heaven in her heart.