The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 09
Pen Name: twilly | Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella | Rating: M | Word Count: 372
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Sweet Sixteen
His keys clanked together as he jogged through the park, frantically whipping his head from side to side. She left on foot, leaving the shiny new car with a big bow on the hood in the driveway, so she couldn't have gotten far.
He came to the place where the paved path split into different directions in the park and started to doubt whether she'd come to the park or just kept going. He ran his fingers through his hair, slowly exhaling his frustration as he contemplated each fork.
He stepped aside for a mother walking hand and hand with a little girl to pass and caught a snippet of their conversation. "Mommy, why was that princess so sad?"
Edward took off in the direction the pair had come from. As he rounded the bend, he saw the playground come into sight and his heartbroken girlfriend sitting on a bench in her party dress.
He fired a quick text to the chief, letting him know he'd found her before turning his phone off and sitting next to her on the bench. He didn't know what to say to make her feel better, so he sat next her in silence, resting his hand on his knee, palm up. She still stared blankly into the playground, the only acknowledgement of his presence when she took his hand and pulled it into her lap.
It felt like hours that they sat there, silently watching small children come and go and interact with their parents. Edward remembered Bella telling him one of her few memories from before her mom left was playing at this park. He gently squeezed her hand three times, reminding her he loved her.
He felt her body relax minutely as she rested her head on his shoulder. She took a deep breath, igniting the soulful sobs that wracked through her entire body. He could feel them in his entire body, and he'd never wanted to hurt a woman as much as he did her mother.
Slowly, her breathing evened back out, but the tears still fell. "I thought she'd come. It was my sweet sixteen. I thought she'd come."
"I know," was all he could say as his own tears spilled over.
I'm in a mad dash to finish these.
Thank you to GeekChic12 for looking it over, but mostly for putting up with my neurotic questions. Is it okay? Do you get...? Did you feel...?