If You Could See Into My Soul

Chapter 14 – Such Great Heights

Bella's POV

Did she have to be so nice?

It was bad enough that Carlisle had invited the family to the graduation party, because, after all, Tanya had been one of Rosalie's good friends. It had been difficult to watch the Cullens embrace her, welcome her into their home. And I'd nearly lost my shit when she hugged Edward, again, saying just how good it was to see him.

But when Edward had introduced me to her, she had beamed, and squeezed my hand.

"I'm so happy for the both of you," she had said. Like she already knew what kind of person I was. "Rosalie has told me so much about you, Bella."

At that, I had thrown a glare at Rose, who merely smirked and shrugged, taking Tanya by the hand and exiting out the back door.

I stabbed my piece of cake angrily again, smashing it to the plate. I hadn't actually taken a bite yet, I'd been too busy taking my anger out on it. Stupid Tanya and her stupid blonde hair and her stupid pretty smile.

Her being nice made it really hard to hate her.

Alice sighed next to me, lifting a red Solo cup to her lips. "Get a grip, babe. Edward's not interested in her. And he can't change the past."

Edward was across the yard, laughing and talking to his extended family. His eyes met mine frequently, and each time they did, he smiled. I was trying not to scowl, but it wasn't working too well.

"I know he's not interested," I groused, pushing my plate away from me. I grabbed my cup, taking a large swig of the forbidden beer Emmett had given me. "But I still hate her for having slept with him."

In all honesty, Tanya made me feel incredibly insecure. She was beautiful; all tanned skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a genuine smile that made everyone around her want to smile. And she was thin as hell, arms and legs toned from playing volleyball, of all things. The romper she wore showed more leg than I ever could, thanks to my stupid fucking scars. In my mind, my hatred was well justified.

Jacob snorted, grabbing my plate and pulling it towards him. Leah sat astride his lap, and she grabbed the discarded fork, scooping up some of the ruined cake. Jacob watched the fork disappear behind her lips with a pout.

"Bell, that's like Edward hating me for us having slept together. It was years ago, before you guys knew each other. Chill out."

"Edward does hate you for that," I reminded Jacob. Edward and Jacob were mostly friends, but sometimes when Jake touched me, innocent touches as they were, Edward became possessive and annoyed. And Jake was a touchy-feely sort of guy, so Edward was often annoyed with him.

But it was stupid for him to feel like that because it was Jake. If we hadn't slept together, I would have called him more of a brother than a friend, but we had. And I couldn't take that back, and I don't think I would have. My past brought me to Edward, and he was perfect, and wonderful, and I loved him so fucking much, and…

That sneaky prick. He was drawing the similarities between his and mine's relationship with Edward and Tanya's. Except that Jake and I were still friends, and Edward had left Tanya in Chicago without a thought. He hadn't had any contact with her until today. And even today, he hardly spoke to her. If anything, Edward had more reason to be jealous or hate Jacob, but he didn't. Because he knew how much Jake meant to me.

I glared at Jacob. "Fuck you, Jake."

Edward's eyes met mine again as he hugged his Gran close. She was a petite woman, even to me, with a tuft of copper hair atop her head. She adored her grandchildren, but she made it no secret that Edward was her favorite. Within minutes of being in the home, she'd given him a crisp hundred-dollar bill, telling him to keep it safe, or "Make me happy and buy that pretty girl a ring, dear."

Edward and I had both blushed, but his smile was stunning. "Sure thing, Gran," he had agreed.

Ugh. Marriage. I supposed it couldn't be too terrible, especially if it were Edward. But we were still in high school. I didn't want to think of marriage until after college, at the earliest. Unless, of course, he asked earlier.

I downed the rest of my beer as Edward made his way towards me. He'd been drinking, too. We all had. Either Dr. and Mrs. Cullen weren't very observant, or they were letting it slide today. In either case, Edward was a little tipsy, verging on the border of drunk. And drinking made Edward pretty handsy.

Not that I minded.

"Love," he murmured, coming to a stop in front of me. Love. It was a new term of endearment he'd taken to calling me, and my heart stuttered every time he said it.

He wore a sloppy grin, eyes bright, and hair more disheveled than usual. He'd made an attempt to tame it earlier but had given up. And his nerves about being around his family caused him to grab at his hair more often than usual.

"Edward."

He held a hand out to me, and I slipped my hand in his, squeaking in surprise when he hoisted me to my feet. His hands cupped my face, and he leaned into kiss my forehead.

"Dance with me," he implored. His breath smelled of peppermint from all the gum he had chewed. He hadn't smoked all day because his family had been coming over. He'd been grouchy at first, but the beer was helping.

I gripped his wrists, leaning into his embrace. I was hoping to find Emmett to have him sneak me another beer, especially if Edward wanted me to dance with him. But he and Rosalie were already off in the shadows, dancing slowly themselves. In my periphery, I watched Alice rise and march towards Jasper, and I was impressed that she didn't teeter in the stilettos she wore with the several beers she'd had.

"Edward," I breathed, licking my lips out of nervousness. "You know I can't dance."

My attempts at dancing were infrequent, and usually ended in someone's pain, usually my own. He knew how terrible I was at dancing, and typically didn't push me if I said no. Alcohol made him brazen. And maybe a little stupid.

"All in the leading, love."

His arms slipped around my waist, and he easily lifted me on top of his feet. I opened my mouth to protest, but he shushed me by placing his lips on mine. My arms twined around his neck as he gripped my hips. There wasn't an inch of space between us as he started to sway.

"Every time I see your face/ My heart takes off on a high-speed chase/ Now don't be scared, it's only love/ Baby, that we're falling in…"

"I love you so much," he whispered the words into my hair. I gripped him harder, feeling a lump form in my throat. This boy, who loved me so dearly, who told me any chance he got, was wonderfully, truly, mine. And I'd spent my energy being jealous of a girl who clearly meant very little to him.

He'd been polite to Tanya, had hugged her back, but his eyes found mine every time he stood near her. And any time he had a moment away from his family, he had sought me out to kiss me, hold my hand, or just hold me. How could I have ever doubted his feelings for me?

"I'm an idiot," I muttered, burying my face in his neck.

He hummed, raising one hand to show me his thumb and finger, which were almost touching. Showing me my level of idiocy. I slapped his chest lightly, rolling my eyes.

"You're drunk," I groused, and he smiled, keeping his fingers the same length apart. I reached up to pull them farther apart, my brow cocked. And he laughed, long and loud, head thrown back.

And I think, that's the moment I knew that I would die for him. That I was truly his, belonging to him in every way possible. It was equal parts unsettling and comforting, knowing my heart had a home in his hands.

"I am," he finally agreed, hugging me closer. The song had ended, and a pop rhythm took its place, but we continued swaying gently. If I had it my way, we would never stop.

"Hey, Edward!"

Emmett was waving at us from across the yard, beckoning us towards him, a woman beside him. I grudgingly stepped down and disentangled myself from Edward, though I kept hold of his pinky with mine.

Edward groaned the closer we got to Emmett. He flipped his hand over to take hold of my own.

"Bella, don't listen to a thing she says," Edward cast a sideways glance at me, and I frowned in confusion.

The woman beside Emmett was light-haired, middle aged, and had the same beautiful features as Dr. Cullen, though she was scowling. I swallowed thickly as her calculating gaze landed on me. I suddenly wished I had let Alice talk me into wearing shoes other than my Vans. And maybe I should have let her do my hair.

"Edward," the woman purred. She reached out a manicured hand and fixed the collar of his shirt, smoothing it down. Her hand rested on his chest as she turned to me again. "Won't you introduce me to your friend?"

"Aunt Heidi, this is my girlfriend, Bella. Bella, my Aunt Heidi."

I stuck my free hand out to shake, smiling shyly. This woman was far more intimidating than Tanya and knowing that she was family made me want to make her like me. But she ignored my hand, offering instead a terse smile.

"Girlfriend? Hmm." I tried not to be annoyed that she sounded surprised. Emmett grinned behind her, sharing a look with Edward.

"Bella, is it? Will you be off to college this year, also?" She glanced down at her polished nails as she spoke. It felt as though she wasn't really speaking to me, at all.

"N-no. I'll be a senior this year, like Edward," I stammered. I tugged at the hem of my dress, nervous and self-conscious under her piercing blue eyes.

She quirked a brow, looking between the two of us. "And where will you be going to college next year?"

"Oh, um," I looked up to Edward, unsure. We'd spoken so little of college, only the majors we were interested in. Since then, I'd only looked into schools that offered both of our majors. "I'm thinking maybe Ohio University. I'm interested in forensic science."

"And you, Edward?" Heidi turned to him, head cocked. Maybe it was just me, but I thought she stared a little too long at him. But that's gross, right? They were family. He was her nephew. I was probably just imagining it.

"I was also thinking Ohio University. Civil engineering," Edward supplied, smiling at me.

"Nerd," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me.

I bit my lip to stop the face-splitting grin that wanted to overtake my features. So he was planning on going to the same school. I was suddenly very excited for college.

"I see," Heidi pursed her lips, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "So you're planning a…future together?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but Edward beat me to it, his tone annoyed and a little harsh. "We are. I plan on marrying Bella, someday. If she'll have me."

I was unable to stop the smile that time, and I wrapped my hand around his bicep, leaning into his side. He squeezed the hand he still held.

"Oh, Edward," Heidi sighed. Her arms crossed defiantly across her chest, gaze cold. "You can do better, sweetheart."

Edward stiffened, and I narrowed my eyes at her. Well, that was fucking rude. She could have at least waited until I walked away to state her displeasure with our relationship. What really hurt, though, was that I had also thought he could do better, many, many times. It sucked to know other people could see it, too.

"No, Aunt Heidi," Edward replied coolly. "I can't do better. Because Bella is already the best. Excuse us."

Edward tugged me away from her, through the sliding door and into the kitchen. I barely managed a "Nice to meet you!" before the door shut behind me.

Edward threw open the refrigerator door, pushing things around inside to find a beer. He wordlessly popped off the top and chugged half the bottle before slamming it down on the counter. I was a little turned on by the way the muscles in his arms stretched and pulled in his anger.

"God, I can't fucking stand her," he spat, tongue ring starting to tap against his teeth.

I took the bottle from his hand, taking a long pull of it. I hopped up on the island in front of him, tugging him closer by his shirt. Once he was close enough, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled his head down. Instead of a kiss, though, he dropped his head to my shoulder, exhaling loudly. His arms wound around me. I could feel the bite of his nails through my dress.

"Hey," I murmured, hugging him back just as tightly. "Forget her. Didn't you just tell me not to listen to a thing she says?"

He squeezed me again, before lifting his head. "She gives me the creeps. She's so…handsy. And she's always so bitchy to my friends. You're the first girlfriend I've introduced to her, and I wish I would have just told her we were friends or something. I know she's Carlisle's sister, but she's…ugh. She makes me so uncomfortable."

"Hmm," I hummed, running my hands up his chest. "Maybe I could make you a little more comfortable?"

His lips descended on mine, and I whimpered as I felt his teeth bite my bottom lip. My fingers fell to his belt, and I could feel his cock twitch and harden as his tongue invaded my mouth. His hands fell to my thighs, fingers inching higher, higher, so close…

"Hey!"

We pulled apart, breathless, to see Emmett at the sliding door, hands on his hips. I blushed, embarrassed at having been caught. Honestly, the kitchen island was a really poor choice for sex. Unless we were alone. I squirmed.

"Have some respect, guys. Not around the dessert, okay?" Emmett stepped past us to grab a brownie, shoving it in his mouth, whole. He was grinning though, eyebrows wagging suggestively.

"You're such a perv, Emmett," Edward complained, not so subtly adjusting himself in his pants. I blushed again, pushing against Edward's chest to hop down from the island. He kept me close, though, hugging me from behind. He was still a little hard. And I was still a little achy. It had only been a few hours since our last tryst, but I was more than ready for another go.

Emmett laughed, snagging another brownie. "No shame in your game. I'd just suggest taking it somewhere a little more private. Dad was looking for you a minute ago. Aunt Heidi was pissed. What did you say to her, anyway?"

Edward rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath. "I told her that I planned on marrying Bella. She said I could do better, and I told her that wasn't possible."

Emmett guffawed, reaching out a fist to pound against Edward's. "Nice one, bro. Maybe now she'll keep her hands to herself."

"Wait," I interrupted, looking between the boys. "So, she really is…I mean…I thought I was just imagining…"

"Oh, no, Bell," Emmett shook his head, shuddering. "Aunt Heidi totally has a thing for Edward. And it's creepy as fuck."

"That's…disgusting." I grimaced.

"Disconcerting," Emmett agreed.

"Disturbing," Edward decided.

I giggled, and soon they followed me. Edward's fingers danced across my side, and I snorted. My hand flew to my mouth, face crimson, and we all laughed harder. Edward doubled over, and I went with him, as we were still attached. Emmett was, quite literally, slapping his knee.

The several beers I'd had made themselves known, pressing uncomfortably against my bladder. The laughing was not helping the pressure, and if we kept it up, there would probably be a puddle on the floor.

"Stop, stop…okay, wait. I have to pee." I pushed against Edward's arms, and he grudgingly let me go.

I sprinted up the stairs, locking the door to his bathroom behind me. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror, eyes bright, face flushed. And my mouth seemed to be frozen in a smile. Happy, I decided. I looked happy. And I liked it.

Edward was standing outside the door when I pulled it open. I yelped in surprise, and he pushed us both inside. He locked the door again. His arms encircled me, lifting me on the counter. For several minutes, we just stared at each other. I took in the curve of his lips, the jade of his eyes, the slight crook in his nose from where he'd broken it so many years ago wrestling with Emmett. He was perfect, and…

"Beautiful," I murmured, thumb tracing the outline of his mouth. My lips touched his briefly.

Our kiss was much less frenzied. I cradled his face in my hands feeling whole and loved, and so thankful. I wanted that feeling for eternity.

When his lips fell to my neck, I licked my lips and murmured, "Did you mean it?"

"Hmm?" His mouth refused to leave my skin.

I tugged his head upwards, hating the loss of his touch. But I needed to see his face when I asked him, because this was important. This was my future – our future. It was everything to me.

"That you want to marry me. Did you mean it?"

His eyes softened, lips curved up at the edges in a small smile. His palm rested against my cheek, and I leaned into it.

"Bella," he murmured, "My Bella. My love."

He kissed me again, slower, gentler, than he'd ever kissed me before. Tears pooled in my eyes, and when they started to fall, he wiped them away tenderly with his thumbs. He kissed both cheeks, where he'd just swiped away the moisture.

"Bella, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Only you. I want forever with you. If we weren't so young, I'd ask you now. If you didn't hate the idea of marriage, I'd have asked you already. If I had a ring…"

My breath caught in my throat, and I swallowed around the lump. My voice left me in a breath. "Ask me anyway."

The smile he gave me made me wish for a photographic memory, or a camera at the very least. Dazzling, was the only word I could think to describe it. I couldn't wait to see it again. Especially if I was the cause.

"Isabella Marie," he whispered, "I want you forever. I want all of my firsts and lasts to be with you. I want to grow old and raise a family with you. I want to share my life with you. Will you marry me, love?"

And so I kissed him full on this lips, and this time, I didn't care that there were tears on my cheeks. He wanted me, all of me, forever. And I wanted him to have all of me, just like I wanted all of him.

Age be damned. Love is love is love.

"Yes."

College suddenly seemed like such a silly thing to worry about.

!#$#!

Edward's POV

I couldn't believe Bella said yes. The few times I'd imagined actually asking her to marry me, I always imagined her rebuttal. I imagined her saying something about being too young, or that marriage is a farce. But I'd just asked her.

And she'd said yes.

My face actually hurt from smiling. I peppered her face with kisses, loving the giggle my actions elicited. She had no idea that she'd just made me the happiest man on earth. I couldn't wait to get her a ring.

I knew it would be a while before we actually got married. Neither one of us would like to have our parent's signed permission to wed. But Bella saying yes was a promise, of sorts. That yes, someday, we would be married. She had agreed to be my wife.

I could hardly wait.

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom, depositing her on my bed. I kissed any inch of skin I could find. She was needy, moaning and whimpering, wiggling her body beneath mine. But I wanted to take my time. To love her, and to show her just how much she meant to me.

"Please," she whimpered. My kisses had moved to her lower body, trailing lips and tongue up her calves, warm breath against the back of her knee.

I knelt at the end of the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. I hooked my fingers through the edge of her panties, pulling them slowly down the length of her legs. I would never get enough of her.

"Edward," she whined. My fingers trailed the path my mouth made. She jolted as my finger circled her sensitive bud. Her fingers curled in my hair, and her other hand went to her mouth, biting a knuckle. My lips went to her thigh, and I chuckled as both thighs clenched around my head.

"Relax, love."

I stroked her thighs again, urging her to release her vise grip.

"Um, I…no one's, um…." She placed one hand on her heaving chest, no doubt feeling the thud of her heart. It was racing.

"No one's done this for you before?" I finished her thought. She blushed, eyes trained on the ceiling. She was embarrassed, and I wouldn't have that. I belonged to her, would lay my life down for her. There was no need for embarrassment. She owned me, completely.

Bella shook her head vigorously. The hand in my hair tugged, urging me up from my position. I reached up, twining her fingers with mine. I lay our folded hands against her stomach, entering her with one finger from my free hand.

"Will you allow me, Bella? Let me have this first?"

Her thighs shook with the effort of staying locked around me. With a heavy sigh, she relaxed. I pushed a second finger into her, resuming my gentle kisses on her thighs. It was my intent to kiss every scar she'd ever made, to take the anguish out of her skin and replace it with my love.

When I kissed her just there, so softly, her back arched off the bed. Her hand gripped mine tighter, and her breath left her in a rush. And when my tongue ring flicked over her clit, she ground herself against the sensation. And when I chuckled…

So far, that was my favorite first.

!#$#!

Bella couldn't keep the grin from her face. After she had come, she'd pulled me on top of her and kissed me long and hard. And when I'd groaned, thinking about her tasting herself on my lips, she had eagerly reciprocated my actions. And then I was grinning, too.

She clung to my side as we re-entered the party. Love drunk, that's what she told me. We were sated and happy, drunk on each other.

Jacob smirked when he saw her, a little too familiar with her post-coital glow. But I was too happy to give a damn. He could have that first. Because I would have all the rest of them.

"You good, Bell?" Jake wondered. Leah was nearly asleep on his lap, her face tucked into his shoulder.

Bella looked to me, eyelids heavy, lips turned up. She situated herself on my lap, pulling at my wrists to wrap them around her. I nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her strawberry body wash. It was no wonder the berry had become my favorite fruit.

"Mmm, so good," Bella murmured. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, and between the sex and the alcohol, I could tell she was exhausted.

"Sleep, love," I urged softly. She only hummed in response, turning her head into my chest. It was only a minute before she was asleep.

Jacob regarded us with a frown. He shifted Leah in his arms, pulling her in closer as he sat up.

"I'm glad she has you," he finally said, "She deserves to be happy."

My arms tightened around Bella. "I love her."

He nodded, eyes scrutinizing me. "I know. But so did he. Let me just tell you, that if you fuck this up, you'll have me to look forward to. Because first foremost, Bella is my best friend, and she's had a lot of shit happen in her life. And I'll do anything for her. So, please. Don't fuck this up."

"You threatening me?" I was mostly joking, but my eyes still narrowed.

He laughed, rousing Leah. She clamped a hand over his mouth with a 'hush,' and fell back to sleep. He apologized to her softly and then turned to me. "Not threatening you. Just promising her."

I nodded in understanding, tucking Bella more securely against me. My promise was both to her and myself. "I won't fuck this up."

Someone started a fire in the pit near the deck, and Jacob and I wordlessly made our way towards the blaze. Tanya's eyes caught mine as we settled around the fire, and she smiled before looking away.

Honestly, the thought of Bella being jealous of Tanya was ludicrous. Tanya held no candle to Bella. There was no depth to Tanya. When we had been together, it was truly only for the physical aspect of a relationship; lust, not love. This party was the first time she'd been introduced to our extended family, and that spoke volumes, considering we'd known each other for years. And Bella and I had only been together for six months.

When I'd broken things off in Chicago, Tanya had hugged me and wished me well. Within a week, she had found someone new. There were no feelings there, and most certainly no hard feelings. I supposed Tanya was attractive, but she was not at all my type. I rather liked brunettes.

And I especially liked the brunette asleep in my arms. She fit there so nicely. And my family loved her, too. Gran had definitely approved.

It was sometime after eleven when the rest of the guests trickled out of the yard and to their vehicles. It was just my siblings around the fire now, and Alice. She was holding tight to Jasper, and I knew they were struggling with the thought of spending the next year apart. And beyond that, they'd been arguing about college, too. Alice had had her heart set on New York for school before Jasper was part of the picture, and I was pretty sure Jasper would follow her to the end of the earth. And that made Alice feel guilty.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," Bella surprised me by speaking. I hadn't realized she was awake. Her fingers were tracing the rumpled collar of my shirt.

Rose reached across an empty chair to grab Bella's hand. "We won't be far, babe. And always a phone call away."

"Yeah, you gotta keep us up to date on all the hot gossip," Emmett enthused.

"At least you guys will be together," Alice pouted, looking between us and Rose and Em.

Jasper slung an arm over the back of her chair, pulling her into his side. "Al, come on. It's gonna be alright."

She wiped away a tear that had fallen from her eye, shrugging. "It just sucks. I'm going to miss seeing you every day."

"And I'll miss you more," he murmured, kissing her cheek. "But it's only a year. We can make it. And then I'll follow you anywhere. I can get a VA degree pretty much anywhere. But New York is…New York."

He was right, he could get a visual arts degree at a great many colleges. But Tiffin had an excellent program, with a high number of successful graduates. He hadn't chosen the college just on a whim. But New York held great promise, too.

"Just a year," Alice agreed, smiling at him. "You guys are coming back for Halloween, right?"

Bella groaned, and Alice rolled her eyes. "Alice, really. It's June. Can't we wait until school starts before talking about Halloween? And do we really have to have a party this year?"

Alice tsked in reproach. "I'm surprised at you, Bella. Of course, we have to have a party this year. It's the last one!"

"Oh, we'll be back for Halloween," Emmett grinned. He was almost as into the holiday as Alice was.

Alice beamed at him with a squeal, clapping her hands. "Ooh, I have great costumes planned this year!"

Bella glowered, arms crossed petulantly across her chest. "Alice…"

"Don't start, Isabella. It's the same shit every year. Suck it up." Alice leveled Bella with a glare, and Bella fell back against my chest, muttering curses under her breath.

"C'mon, I think it's time for bed." I patted the side of her thigh, urging her to stand. She did so with a heavy sigh, arms still crossed over her chest. Bella was cantankerous and pouty when she was overtired. I found it adorable, but she was often embarrassed by her behavior later on.

"I'm not a child," she complained as I took her hand. She stopped to hug everyone on the way to the back door.

"Sure are whining like one," Alice retorted, standing to pull Bella into her embrace.

"Stuff it, Alice," Bella snarked, sticking her tongue out at her friend.

Alice rolled her eyes, returning the gesture. "Goodnight, Bella."

She was dead on her feet by the time we reached my bedroom. I shut the door only to let her change, but she flopped back on the bed, curling against the pillow, shoes still on. I shrugged out of my clothes and made my way to her.

Bella protested as I pulled the shoes from her feet, and blushed when I tugged her dress over her head, replacing it with one of my t-shirts. I tugged her to her feet to brush her teeth, and she returned with a clean face and a scowl. She had also tugged the elastic from her hair, and it hung in crazy waves around her face.

I ducked into the bathroom to brush my teeth also, snagging her hairbrush on the way out. She was already face down in bed, hugging the pillow to her.

She grumbled as I ran the brush through her hair. "Can't I sleep now?"

I clicked off the lights as I climbed in bed beside her, extending my arm as I always did to let her rest on it. Instead, she came closer, her head laying on my chest, one hand on my heart.

"I love you," I reminded her, finding her hand on my chest and entwining my fingers with her.

Bella hummed, nuzzling my neck. "I love you."

I doubted if things could be any more perfect. And with the gift Gran had slipped to me before she left, I was growing more excited for our future every second. Because Bella had agreed to be mine.

And I was already, so completely, hers.

A/N: At least three more chapters and an epilogue. Maybe a couple more chapters, not sure yet. I do love these kids.
Drama awaits!

See ya next time, loves.

Reviews, please!
KQL

Songs for this chapter: Falling In by Lifehouse

"…And I have to speculate
That God Himself did make
Us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay…"

Such Great Heights - The Postal Service
(Iron & Wine made a cover, and it, too, is wonderful. I love them both.)