AN: ok so was gonna be done for the night, and wasn't ever going to switch pov I had this come to me and since it is Lisa's b-day I thought what the hell! She is a self proclaimed angst wuss, and has been loving this so why not push it! Lol! Thanks for reading and reviewing. (and I have no idea if this pov will continue or not but the story is rewriting itself so you never know...)
What the fuck am I doing? Hoping to beat him down to the lobby? Giving a damn? Why the fuck should a give a damn. Okay stupid question. I know why I have always known why. There was only one reason I have ever put up with it and lived through it. I wanted to see those green eyes dance with joy. I wanted to see them sparkle because they were happy not glassed over in one of his many states.
I tried, I tried hard especially lately to let it go. I am beyond him, over it, done, swept under the rug. But there I was bouncing my heels hoping my sheer weight will speed the elevator down floors faster. I watched the door and wait hoping I'm not to late. Watching and waiting fearing I am to late until he bursts through the door. Sending up a prayer of thanks that I got there first.
He is like a caged animal, I have no idea really what all was said. I had only one goal. Get him in the car out on the curb. After that, no idea, but that was the goal. Some how I managed, somehow someone or something was on my side.
Trying to figure out what next as I weave in and out of the streets I try to come up with a plan. As I hit the bridge I know where I am going. No idea what will happen when we get there but with Edward I never thought anything through. This time is no different.
Thankfully he seems in a daze, a blank stare out the window and eventually his head lulls to the side and I hear a soft snoring. The panic wearing off, the energy spent has taken all the fight out of him. I dare a glance and his face is relaxed, more relaxed then I have ever seen it. I have been drawn to him all my life but now I see the beauty. But I also can see the damage and the beauty in that also.
The lines in his still young face, the scars from who knows where. The tattoos even. The one on his neck that makes me wonder. The beautiful long scroll that starts under his left ear and wraps around to the same point on the other side. It has been a motto, and anthem of sorts since I can remember. Somehow I feel something is guiding me as his head lulls to turn further into the window and every glance gives me another chance to study the words.
I take one last look as I pull into the garage of my cabin and the light shines on it. He stirs briefly but the light and noise don't wake him at all. I remotely unlock the house and go around to the passenger side of the car. Unbuckling him I lift him out of the car. He is so light, to light in my arms. His head rolls on to my shoulder. As I enter the kitchen and the soft light hits his neck again my voice echos softly off the tiles in the kitchen as I read it out loud.
"And So It goes."
