The Twilight Twenty-Five (thetwilight25 dot com)
Prompt: #1 (Last Light)
Pen Name: Maddie-the-Muse
Pairing/Character(s): Sam/Leah
Rating: K+
Word Count: 305
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She wanted to ask him again where he's been. She wanted to demand that he explain to her where he'd gone for so long without calling, but couldn't bring herself to even think about doing it. Having that conversation would involve moving, and she couldn't fathom not having his arms wrapped tight around her right now. She'd missed this; missed having him hold her; missed being warm; missed feeling safe and loved.
He wanted to hold on to this moment forever. Wanted to remember every detail of it; how she felt in his arms, how her hair smelled as he buried his nose in it and drew deep comforting breaths, how warmth seemed to flood through his chest whenever he was near her. He'd missed her so much while he had been gone, and knew that when he dropped her at home tonight, after he'd told her the truth, that he'd never again have the chance to hold her close and tell her that he loved her. And he does, still love her, despite everything. He would give anything to change things, but even her father has told him there's nothing that can be done about it.
The days' last light starts to fade, the crickets starting their nightly song, and Sam knows he has to do it; knows he has to break the heart he hold so dearly. He brushes her hair to the side and places his lips to the back of her neck, and he can feel the smile radiate through her body even though he can't see it on her face. He can feel her happiness and knows in a minute it will be gone. Hopefully, it won't be lost forever.
"Leah," he whispers her name into her skin like a prayer, "there's something I need to talk to you about."