edward.
SHE IS SAYING things – IMPORTANT things. things that he’s ACHED for, WISHED for, needed for so LONG. he hears every single PLEASE and hiccup, hears every STUTTER of her heart and gasp for air, the SHIVER of her flesh. it all courses through him, ACID through his system, a heady BURN that he craves, has ALWAYS desired. she says IMPORTANTthings, but all he can think is, ‘ YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE HERE YOU’REHERE ’. how pathetic that he cannot focus on much ELSE.
and then, it REALLY sinks in. and then, he sucks in a BREATH – how long has it been since he’s FED? since he’s went on a hunt? VENOM builds up on his tongue, through his gums like a thick SEALANT, and his eyes DARKEN. how long has it been since he’s smelled his SINGER? he’s lost count of DAYS in that moment because all he WANTS is –
“ i need you to LEAVE. ” his voice is GRAVEL, cracked and JAGGED, deep as the PITCH of his eyes, as he turns AWAY from her. “ bella, JUST –” he needs a MOMENT. lets out all the air in his lungs and holds his breath. he can still feel the FIRE in the back of his throat. broad shoulders QUIVER. “ PLEASE – i need you to GO. ”
it’s a thought that escapes her —— not that her presence in the time without him hadn’t been riddled with vampires yet again, but it is forgotten – with the tolerance edward had built once upon a time – that she is, la tua cantante. to her now, what he says are words only constructed of DISMISSAL; one she wants to argue that even he doesn’t want. ❛ you SAID — you said you wanted me to come home, you ——— ❜ trembling hands fumble continuously with papers, though she stops after a moment ; he knows what he said. and simultaneously, she regards the fact that HE is the bigger person, here. what he wants, he should receive —- this distress is all at her own fault, anyways. ❛ OKAY. okay, i ——- ❜ she feels sick to her stomach. dreadful that she only sees his back. she debates on saying ‘ CALL ME —- TEXT ME —- WRITE ME —- COME SEE ME AT CHARLIE’S ‘ but yet, she is still adamant with all her self-hatred that she is undeserving of his mere attention, believing in the selfishness that would come from asking him such things.
so she turns too, staring at her CAR —- lips press firmly together and silently, warm tears trail down her flushed cheeks; she doesn’t want to go. BUT SHE WILL. she does. choking on her idiocy.
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