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Witfit prompt: Bold, fold, hold.

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The next three months do indeed go pretty quickly.

Not to say it wasn't hard. Because, seriously, leaving her was the toughest shit I ever had to do.

I told her I didn't want her at the airport when I left. I'd have enough of the airport drama to last me a lifetime. And after we spending the rest of the week together, culminating in a fantastic New Year's Eve around the Eiffel Tower, including another round of our own fireworks back at our hotel room, I didn't want us to end with a sad goodbye.

No, I said "see you soon" to her before the taxi picked me up from her apartment. I refused to say goodbye anymore. Thinking I'd lost her once was more than enough.

I went home, started the new semester with a full load of classes. It served to at least pretend I didn't have time to think about her. But of course, that was a complete sham since I thought about her every waking minute. We texted non-stop and of course we had quite a few phone calls and the occasional Skype session. She even got bold and when her picture appeared on my screen, we was dressed (or not, depending on how you look at it) in straight up black lace lingerie. Watching her all shy while wearing that evil outfit... damn, I nearly died.

That was a fun afternoon.

Before any of us realizes, it's time for Bella to come home. I appeal to my sister, Alice and the rest of the gang to stay at the house and let me greet her alone. Her parents want to fly in just to welcome her back, but I'm able to steer them away, thankfully. They flew in anyway and are back at Bella's with the rest of them ready to surprise her with a welcome back party.

So here I wait. Departures. I sigh, looking at the boards to make sure her flight's on time.

It's not.

Delayed.

Well, shit, haven't we delayed everything enough? Now American Airlines is keeping my Angelgirl from me yet again?

So I wait, tapping out a quick text to Rose to relay the info that she's running a bit late.

Finally, about forty-five minutes later, the gate opens and the rush of travelers hustles past me and I feel like a fish against the current. But I don't care. My eyes are trained to the open doors, waiting for what I've waited for.

She steps out, visibly tired, hair up in a messy pony tail, carrying her bag over her shoulder. She looks around, eyes scanning the sea of people before finally landing on me.

She gives me that smile, and I'm done.

There's burst of sunlight that glows from within her and in an instant she's running towards me until I'm touching her. I fold my arms around her, every part of me touching every part of her and I can feel her panting breaths against my neck as I close my eyes and try to remember this feeling. Like everything is full circle.

"God, I missed you so much," She says, squeezing to hold me tighter still.

"You have no fucking clue, Angelgirl. I love you hard, B."

"I love you too," she says leaning away to look at me. Tears about to fall on her beautiful cheeks. But this time, it's all happy.

"Let's go home."

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A/N: So, I think I've got one more up my sleeve and we're done. Maybe a tiny epi.

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BTW, My DNA results came back... I DO NOT carry the Huntington's Disease gene mutation. Woot! Thanks again for all the positive vibes and prayers. I could literally feel them all around me yesterday at the Dr's office. This fandom is the best. Ever.