Good afternoon, dearies! Since I had a little extra free time today I thought I would post this next chapter earlier than normal. This chapter is based on "Set Fire To The Third Bar" by Snow Patrol, which was suggested by whimsicalMedely. I hope this chapter does it justice. Enjoy!
Set Fire To The Third Bar by Snow Patrol
Edward hates being away from her like this. He can't really complain though. He's done this to himself, after all. When he stops in a new town he pulls out his map and a pencil, drawing a straight line from where he is back to his home, the mark going over towns, farms, and rivers. When he looks at the line he has drawn, he almost feels as if he could just walk home with how close it looks, able to be measured in finger lengths.
He looks at the dot on the map that represents Resembool and the girl he's left behind and smiles, gently caressing the dot on the paper. And every night when he lies down to sleep, whether on the train or in a hotel, he wishes that somehow in his sleep, he will be picked up and transported to her room and gently placed in her arms. The two will have missed each other so much that sleep will be forgotten for other, non-sleep related activities that will leave them both exhausted and sated. He smiles as he pictures the two of them cuddled together, him holding her close, her lush, warm body pressed against every part of him that it can touch, as she whispers words of love into the air. And with that last image, he finally closes his eyes and drifts off to join her in his dreams.
And there it is! I hope everyone likes it! I would like to take my usual moment to thank whimsicalMedely and AllINoIsImNotAwesome for their very kind reviews and for AllINoIsImNotAwesome for following this story. Until next time!