The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 2
Pen Name: Glitterb1234
Pairing/Character(s): Bella+Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 431
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The photos lay scattered across the floor, piled up one on top of the other, layer after layer of memories captured on paper forever. Bella wondered again why her grandmother had never organised them; there were no photograph albums anywhere, only boxes of the things, all loose and mixed together. She'd wanted to help Gran make some sense out of it all for a long time, but life was busy and she hadn't gotten around to it.
Now she really wished she'd put some other things off and made an effort to talk to the old lady who was such a fixture in her early life. Now it was too late to change anything.
Which was how she found herself where she was, sitting on her living room floor, surrounded by the boxes of stuff that her grandmother had specifically said would go to her when she died, trying to sort the pictures into some kind of order based on memories of stories and a few dates scribbled hastily in now faded ink on the backs of pictures. Trying to do it alone was even more nightmarish, and it didn't help that all the copies of her grandmother's smiling face reminded her again and again that she was gone, making tears flood her eyes and causing her task to be that much more difficult.
When her boyfriend arrived home from work that afternoon, he found her sitting miserably in the middle of their living room, the floor around her so littered with pictures he couldn't see how he was going to get out. The tears were streaming down her face, her eyes were red and puffy, and she looked utterly defeated.
Without a word, Edward put down his bag and coat and picked his way across the floor until he could sit with her, pulling her onto his lap and taking her place so they didn't disturb the pictures.
They sat in silence for a while, him holding her, her holding him, until she finally raised her head from his shoulder and gave him a watery smile.
"Thank you." she whispered, croaking a little.
"I love you." was his reply, and he kissed her to show her just how much.
Together, they did eventually sort the photos out, Bella even found she was enjoying relating all the stories to Edward. What had made her cry when she was alone now made her laugh, and she was eternally grateful to have such a wonderful man to share her life with.
She would always miss Gran, but maybe, just maybe, she would survive.