Chapter 24
Edward watched the ocean and thought back over their conversation. The edges of the sun were just starting to reveal themselves. He didn't know what he was going to do once the sun was up. He only knew that he was running out of time. This was his chance and he had to take it. If he didn't, it might break him.
"I know what black and white look like. They are two of the eight colors in a box of crayons, so, that only leaves red. Tell me about red," Edward spoke. He was afraid, now that it was almost light, that the magic Bella had brought into his world, would fade before he got the answer.
Bella heard the desperation in his voice. She heard his voice quiver as he asked about red. She was afraid that once she answered, the magic would end and this would be it. She called on all the strength she had left and prayed it would be enough. This was her last chance. She had to take it no matter the outcome.
"Red." Bella blushed. She wasn't sure she could describe red. "Passion, a kiss maybe," she stuttered and stammered, but that didn't stop her movements as she closed the distance between her and Edward, drawing his eyes to her. She didn't know what possessed her but she had to take a chance. She looked into his green eyes, and when her lips were within reach of his, she closed her eyes, gathered her nerve, and kissed him softly.
Red, definitely red, she thought to herself as their lips touched.
Edward watched her move closer, fascinated. He'd wanted to kiss her for so long. He watched her close her eyes and vowed he'd kiss her back. She had grounded him in color, giving more than taking. He closed his eyes when her lips touched his.
Bella's hand rested on Edward's chest. She could feel the rapid beats of his heart in rhythm with her own.
When she backed away, she feared opening her eyes, but she did it anyway. Edward's eyes were still closed.
"What color are your eyes, Bella?" Edward asked, his eyes still closed.
"Brown," she replied. He felt connected, rooted, and let the edges of his lips twitch, suppressing a smile before opening his eyes.
"Brown," he whispered back. This time his hand reached her cheek and he felt its warmth. Feeling a connection, he pulled her closer, kissing her gently with everything he had, giving his new feelings a name.
Love.
The End, maybe...
AN; I want to thank each and every one of you for taking this walk with me. Thank you for your reviews and your personal stories. They have ment so much to me and will continue to mean the world to me. The fact that so many of you have been touched by this little story amazes me.
I want to thank you for adding this story to your favorites and putting it on alert. I know it has frustred some with the short style updates but I hope you feel (now that the story is finished) it was worth it. I also hope that you will take a few minutes and review, ecspecially if you haven't up till now.
I hope, when you least expect it, you see and find color around you even on the grayest of days. And I pray that a box of crayons never look quite the same.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HONEY. YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME, AND YOU FILL EACH DAY OF OUR LIFE TOGETHER WILL COLOR AND FOR THAT, I'M GRATEFUL.