Emmett
4. My Angel and I
My thirst was almost quenched and the constant aching of my throat that came with being a newborn no longer bothered me as much. I was sat, with the most beautiful woman in the world. Life was treating me well. Ahhhh. But, something was still troubling Rosalie, and this troubled me. "I demand you tell me what is bothering you." I said. She scowled, she hadn't got the joke. "You demand?" she asked. I shook my head and frowned. "No, it was a joke". I admitted. "Wasn't very good was it?" To my delight she almost smiled at me. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "What is troubling me is you," I cocked my head to the side. What had I done? I had treated her with kindness I was sure. We had laughed and she had enjoyed herself up to now. "How can you look into my eyes and smile and laugh with me after what I've done to you?" This just confused me even more. What she'd done to me? I didn't know that she'd done anything to me. "I cursed you with being one of us." she gestured to our chalky white, sparkling skin. "Oh." I sighed.
She watched me out of the corner of her eye as I organised my words as not to be offensive. "I...don't think that I am cursed. I like what you've done to me. You have given me a family that is too good for words. In truth, I believe that choosing to fight that bear was the best decision of my life." I could only tell her the truth and that was it. I did feel that way. I loved how I was possibly the strongest creature on the planet. I loved how I had such a close family. I wouldn't swap this life for anything. Ever. I extended my hand and took hers in mine. "I promise," I whispered, "I never disliked you for giving me this way of life and I never will." She stared deep into my eyes before she nodded and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She snuggled against my chest and I began twisting my fingers through her golden locks. I grinned "Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you."
I quite honestly didn't know what I was thinking, or doing. The scent of her hair filled my nostrils and I just let it guide me. I kissed her forehead and she looked up at me smiling. "What are you doing?" she asked. I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"I have no idea;" I said "Do you mind?" She shook her head.
"No please go one." And so I did.
"I love you." I told her. I knew that now, and nothing could stop me, but I sucked my breath in, awaiting her response. Nothing could have prepared me for what she said next though.
"I love you too, and I always have". Relief washed over me, and I realised that I could sit here forever, playing with her hair and loosing myself in her intoxicating sent. She wasn't just an angel, she was my angel and I couldn't miss a second of that angels face.