The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 24
Pen Name: Glitterb1234
Pairing/Character(s): Rosalie + Emmett
Rating: T
Word Count: 500
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The lake was cold this time of year. In summer it bustled with life, the water full of laughing children and the small beach packed to bursting point with towels and beach umbrellas and people trying to get enough of a tan to convince their friends that they'd been somewhere exotic.
But Autumn had come, the sun had vanished behind omnipresent clouds, and the place was deserted.
Except for me.
Having parents who ran a boarding house was fun when it was vacation time. There were always new people to talk to, new boys to flirt with, new things to discover. But once the punters went home, all the life went out of the place, and I was left alone. Mom and Dad were busy with preparations for the Holiday rush, and I was left to entertain myself through the surprisingly long hours that weren't spent in school. This year, I felt especially lonely.
I sighed, kicking my feet through the icy water that I'd walked into up to my ankles as my mind drifted once again back to last week, back to him, back to one of the happiest summers I'd ever had. Emmett McCarty had literally fallen into my life, tripping over as he tried to catch a football on the back lawn and crashing into me as I wondered out of the house. I'd been angry, and he'd been contrite, apologising over and over as he helped me up. He was sweet, I conceded, and very cute, with dark curly hair and delectable dimples when he grinned his cheeky grin, and it didn't take me long to abandon my wounded pride and fall for him completely. He made me laugh, looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and yet to him I wasn't just a pretty face. He was interested in me, my opinions, my dreams, everything I had to say. That first day wasn't the last time we butted heads, but our fights never lasted long. I learned that he liked to wrestle with his brother, that his sister annoyed him but he'd still do anything to protect her, that he loved his mother more than he'd ever admit to anyone.
The night before he left, we lay on the beach all night, sometimes kissing, sometimes just lying in silence. I told him I loved him, and he said it back with more tenderness than I felt deserving of. We never said goodbye, because that would make it final. The next morning, his family drove away while I watched from the window and cried.
Out of nowhere, a familiar arm slid around my waist and a low voice whispered, "Hey babe," into my ear. I spun around, disbelieving, blinking sporadically.
"You came back?" I choked out, and he nodded.
"I love you Rosie. I can't spend another year of my life away from you. I have to be with you, forever."
We kissed, and I was home.