Welcome to PAD's first drabble.
Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight entitlements.
I just want the privilege of posting one hundred words at a time.
4.
Obsessive compulsion in this way brings us together, his with his work and mine with mine.
I recognize the commonality, but we're seemingly from different worlds.
Why am I so drawn?
The pattern doesn't fit me.
I'm so guarded, so calculating.
Every word, thought, and gesture is deliberate, in and out of my game.
It's who I am.
It's who I'm paid to be.
I'm a speeding NASCAR, slowing only for essential maintenance.
He makes me want a pit stop.
I want some parts removed and others rotated.
I wouldn't hesitate to be pneumatically-impact-driven.
I've never cared before.
Why now?
A/N:
What's Bella's profession?
What is Edward's?
Review me your guesses.
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