Thimbles fanficflashfic
Prompt: 2 pics this week. 1 - pic of two women (one, shorter, blonde and the other taller, brunette) standing atop a roof looking out over the city. 2 - pic of a for sale sign in front of a house noting it's "Not Haunted" fanficflashfic. blogspot 2013/06/week-22-fanficflashfic. html
"Thanks for lunch."
"Thank you for inviting me here," she says, wrapping her arms around her middle a little tighter. The cold doesn't bother me; it's all I've ever known. She's from the south – where I'm from too, I guess. "Edward seems like a nice man."
"He is."
Chancing another peek, I look at her brown eyes. Her nose and mouth, for the thousandth time. We have the same ears.
"So, June sixteenth?"
I smile, nodding like a schoolgirl. "I can't wait…You'll fly back, though, right? I mean, I want you to be there."
"You're sure, because I don't want to—"
"I'm sure."
"Okay, then," she says. She turns and leans back against the railing. "The reception's going to be lovely up here."
"Think so?"
"Definitely."
Her plane leaves at five. It's over before it's even started.
I thought a few hours would be enough, but they haven't been. I have a half-brother and I don't want to give this woman back. He's had her all his life.
But I have to let go, if only for a little while.
I text Edward after I drop her at O'Hare. He texts immediately: Still haunted?
My reply is easy: No.