edward.
SILENCE ;; he hears absolute SILENCE. not a WHISPER of a thought, not a SHOUT, not one single MEMBER of his family BUZZES at his ear. it pulls him from the SHRINE of his room, the desolation where he LINGERS in his darkest moments. he has a CRUMBLED piece of paper in his hand ( “ dear bella, i can’t breathe, i can’t think, where are you, come home, come – ” ) and his lips are thin, PRESSED into a line. “ CARLISLE? ” it’s a MURMUR, yet he knows it TRAVELS far enough. they’re all HOME ;; he KNOWS that they are. can feel the THRUM of their energy, has not heard a SINGLE exit. when carlisle appears, he looks GRIM. this is BAD, edward thinks. this is VERY bad.
and then, he smells her.
a SINGLE wave, a DIZZYING gust of air, the BREEZE of recycled oxygen inside a PRISTINE home. it hits him like a FREIGHT train. “ edward, you … have a VISITOR. ” does carlisle SAY this? THINK it? the paper in his hand FALLS to the floor and he walks, at a pace SLOWER than even a human might TRUDGE, right for the front door. and THERE she is.
“ i … thought vampires couldn’t SLEEP. but this is SURELY a dream. ”
his now tear-stained letters are folded over and over, material used to fidget in her anxieties during the long car ride here as she’d read them OVER & OVER, OVER & OVER, sit in her hand —— her speech probably could’ve been practiced, though everything is jumbled; she doesn’t know how she’s hoping for this to go, just that this was where she needed to be.
❛ no —– ❜ she begins, voice cracking; she feels the anticipation of crying, but hopes it won’t happen so soon. ❛ IT’S JUST ME. do you – wanna come outside, so we can ——— talk? ❜ her heart is beating so quickly it aches. he looks like he hasn’t aged a day ( which is a given ), but such a familiar sight leaves her nearly breathless. still beautiful. still EDWARD.
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