Title: Enough
Genre: Angst? Sorta?
Rating: T
Pairing: Bella/Paul
Words: 547
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Prompt: "You are enough. You are so enough. It is unbelievable how enough you are."
AN: Pay attention to the month headings- the middle part comes a month before the first and last parts. For the record, this is not what I set out to write. Things happen…
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Enough
November
She sits alone at the window, staring out without truly seeing. She rests her head against the cool glass and whispers. Not good enough.
He stops short when he runs up, taken aback by the eerie similarity between this picture and the one a month prior. He thought she had come so far, but she is nothing if not consistent.
His wolf lets out a pitiful whine at her words—a dagger straight to the heart.
October
She sits alone at the window, staring out without truly seeing. She rests her head against the cool glass and whispers. Not good enough.
He stops short when he runs up, taken aback by the eerie scene before him. He is not the one who normally comes, but he was ordered by his alpha so here he is. He would much rather be in some bar, looking for a place to park his dick for the night.
At some unseen signal, she rises like a specter and ghosts over to the bed. Her movements are jerky, forced—like a puppet on a string. She lies down, but doesn't rest.
He settles beneath a tree that still reeks of the filthy bloodsucker, waiting for the start of her nightmares. He knows they will come.
She drifts to sleep uneasily, and he knows when she begins to dream by the restless tossing and turning and the mournful cries. Not good enough.
The wolf is agitated, pacing and pawing at the earth. He's seen this before in his brothers' minds, but being here—this close—is more than he can handle. He moves without thinking, pulling back into his human skin as he rises up to climb that cursed tree.
He slips into the room silently, stopping short at the overwhelming stench of leech. How can she breathe like this?
Unsure why he's moving, he creeps toward her bed as she lets out her first cry. "No! Don't go! Not good enough!"
He fears discovery, so he lays his hand on her shoulder to try and wake her. The only way to stop a dream is to wake.
In the dim light, her eyes fly open, darting around to see who disturbed her slumber. For the first time in a month, she actually looks, she sees. Everything they knew is gone. Everything has changed.
He sucks in a harsh breath as her deep chocolate eyes meet his. Everything he's ever loved, everything he's ever desired, everything takes a back seat to the beauty in front of him. She is his.
November
He leaves his fur and climbs the tree, terrified of what he will find. He knows he's late—there was traffic and deadlines, an alpha and a council meeting. Nothing more important than his girl. He ran here as fast as he could, but he was clearly too late.
She sways a bit as she looks up to see him standing tall above her huddled form. She's been waiting. Waiting for him to come, waiting for him to leave, waiting for him to realize she is nothing. He needs more, deserves more. She's not enough.
"Oh, babe," he murmurs as he pulls her into his arms. "You are enough. You are so enough. It's unbelievable how enough you are."