Inevitably I lacked the courage to return home after setting out running on Friday afternoon. Alice found me in Alaska on Sunday morning, she'd flown in and rented a jeep after getting a vision of where I was. I. I was still, just thinking and somewhat paralysed by the emotional overload of the past week.
Once I started running I found I could not stop. I reached Alaska without really meaning to and eventually had lain down in the snow. And then I found that I couldn't command my body to get up. A blizzard had covered me over with snow and everything was white and crystalline. It was peaceful without sight and without the thoughts of others echoing inside my head.
I was eventually roused when Alice accidentally ran me over in the Jeep. It was unexpected and I let out a sort of sad squeak as the tyre compressed my belly. Alice jumped out, I could see her looking around for the source of the sound, puzzled, eventually digging and uncovering a small oval of snow over my face.
After she had checked I was ok, she said "Come on, Eeyore" then bundled me into the Jeep, wasting no time before returning to the airport. On the drive back she tried not to chastise me for worrying Esme so much, knowing it wouldn't help with the anxiety that had driven me to flee.
Alice asked about Bella and I told her about the biography project. She said Bella is a really strong person to choose to turn this whole thing into a chance to grow. I agreed and said it was one of the many reasons why I love her.
We were home before nightfall. Esme sat with me all night, only leaving when it was time for me to shower and dress for school in the morning. I apologised for worrying her and explained I had just gone for a run and then found I could not turn my feet back. Ever magnanimous, Esme said 'Shhhh. No harm done.' as she held me and stroked my hair.
Now it is Monday and I am in study hall. I plan on meeting Bella at 4 as requested and suggesting that we write an alternative biography format. I shall propose we find out who we are now and who we plan to become. This way I might be able to avoid lying to her. I cannot bear to lie to her.
A/N: Please leave a review! This chapter was the idea of my wonderful beta wh1teow1, please show some love and read Moirai, a reimagining of Twilight for the new decade!
The sad squeak makes my heart hurt! He sounds like a forlorn dog toy.
I'm glad to get back to being able to write a little comedy here and there and soon Edward will dwell a little less on the past and a little more on his present. This story is labelled as angst/comedy and though it started out as comedy caused by Edward's angst, it is now a balance of both I guess. Edward is growing though and I think that is a beautiful thing. Are you falling in love with him yet? I hope so.