Twilight is not mine.
Thanks for all your patients and undestanding on my horrible spelling... I hope this is not off putting, since this story is very close to my hart.
So here's another chapter for you!
Chapter 38
Love is a very strange thing.
It can make you strong, or weak.
It can make you feel invincible or totally defeated.
It has the power to heal or to kill.
I've always wondered how people know when they're in love.
Or when they knew they had fallen in love.
Everyone has an experience with love, it could be the puppy love of young children that play at caring and then start to feel it, it's not as intense or less real then when you're older, and it's actually simpler.
That all consuming love at first sight is often confused by lust, it can happened at almost any age, I've seen it's affects and most of us have felt it.
There is also that intense all encompassing kind of love, where you can't even breathe if he/she doesn't look your way or let alone exist if you are not reciprocated.
There is also that special kind of love where you meet, get to know eachother, form a friendship and then suddenly it clicks and you know you can't live without that person.
And you never want to.
A lot of people see this as an escape, or a bargaining ship, others use it as collateral. But it's one of the essentials; some think it as essential as breathing.
Love is powerful.
So when I saw her again I wasn't ready to believe, I had envision something so difficult, but it had taken me by surprise.
As I walked down the streets filled with houses and small picket fences and shinny cars, all I could feel was dread. I didn't want to be here. It was one of the things that always kept us on the outskirts of society or even civilization.
All of these people judged us, so in turn we stayed away.
The light yellow house with white shutters and the little bench on the lawn was cheery and predictable. I could hear the soft laughter of a child. I stayed there immobile until she came into full view. Her strapless long dress flowing in the soft breeze, her long mahogany mane, her skin glowing like a sea-pearl in the sun, the way she smiled at the young boy and touched his hair, was so gentile.
So loving she was.
It made me feel sick to think that I was just about to lure her selfishlessly and make her mine. Her face was beautiful, her almond shaped -deep dark eyes, her small upturned nose, the roundness of her face, and that small pouty mouth, was too much for me to stand.
I came into her line of vision and smiled softly at her. Her beautiful face glowed and she smiled back. We stayed there suspended in time, in an unspoken conversation, until the young boy took her hand and pulled her towards the house.
He tried but she was too dazed. We both turned suddently at the sound of a car door. And there on the small driveway of the house stood the older woman I had seen walking out of the small boutique in town.
The driver rushed over to her door, but she was already stepping outside the car, her eyes fixed on mine.
Tell me what you think ;)
Mel