Sorry that it has been a while! I started watching How To Get Away With Murder and couldn't stop.

The water is cold against my feet, my legs, my thighs, splashing over the lip of the pool to cool off my hips. No one is around. No one usually is. This place is my escape, my sanctuary. Where I can go to hide from the world. This cruel, cruel man's world. I hear him before I see him. His footsteps are loud against the ground, each one marking his beat closer to me. Thump. Thump. Thump. Two more brings him behind me on the lawn. He doesn't touch me. He doesn't need to. I can feel the way he stares so intently at my back. I can feel how he yearns for me to acknowledge his presence. I can feel his frustration, his sadness, his anger. "Come back to me, Wendy."

"I've been looking all over for you."

"You found me."

I'm knocked forward. My shoulder burns from the slight painful slap. I barely catch myself, creating waves with my flailing legs until I'm drenched up to my shoulders. "Wendy…"

"Just leave me alone!"

"Talk to me. Let's have a normal conversation without you throwing a fucking fit."

I squint my eyes hard enough to where the blue turns into green, glittering with tears, beckoning me back into its depths. It isn't until I feel the drips from my chin and see the ripples in the pool that I realize I'm crying. I bitterly wipe away the salt water with the back of my hand. "Please, Wendy."

"What is there to talk about?"

"What do you want me to do? Shack up with Mother and Father for the rest of my life?"

The wind rustles my hair, sweeping curls against my cheeks, and I almost sigh at the gentle touch. At the soft kisses against the contours of my face. At the whispered words pressed to my closed eyes. More tears come, and there's nothing I can do about them. They blur my vision until I'm not sure what's real and what's not. "Come back to me."

"You're leaving me. And you didn't even ask."

"I can make a difference. I can change the world. I can save people."

He curses under his breath, and I feel the whoosh of his kick before I hear the clattering result. I jerk away from where the porcelain table flies through the air before coming to a rolling stop in the garden. The glass top shivers through the air like a Frisbee, shattering on impact with the ground, shards coming dangerously close to my bare flesh. "I love you, Wendy."

"Fuck!" he yells, clambering in my direction, glass crunching underneath his boots. "Be careful."

"If you leave," I whisper as his hands grab my arms, "Who will save me?"

I can't stop screaming. I never knew red could feel so hot. My throat is burning with each yell that leaves my mouth, and even through all the pain and the echoes of memories, I know he's there, coaxing me with gentle touches and murmured words. I jerk around in the bed, kicking and slapping at nothing and everything all at the same time.

"What did he give her, Jasper?" His voice is hard and I even I quiver under the gristly tones.

"Nothing! Black said nothing!"

"Look at her!" There's a shuffle and a pained shout and then he's back with me again. "He did something to her!"

"She's having a break, Masen."

"She's not crazy!"

I'm not. I'm not crazy. "Edward?"

"Wendy?" His head whips in my direction so fast I can feel the rustle of air. "Are you with me, Wendy? Come back to me."

My throat hurts with misuse when I speak. "My green savior."

"I'm here. I'm here."

"Doc!"

His lips move while still pressed against my cheek. "Not now, Rosalie."

"We have a problem."

"Fuck."

I want to hold him. Keep him close. Don't let him leave. But I can't move. Nothing seems to work.

"Fine. I'm coming." I shake my head as the tears come back. "I'll be right back, Wendy. I swear it."

He goes before I can stop him, and I know I can't let him leave me too.