edward.

DOES SHE FEEL how he TREMBLES? it is a minute, HUMAN, thing. that he SHAKES with the emotion that CONSUMES him. she is tucked CLOSER, his nose NUZZLING the sharp bone of her collar. “ you are my LIFE. ” a hushed declaration, FRAGMENTS of the past. it rings just as true NOW as it did then. it’s SILLY, how he refuses her dependence of HIM, and yet he is EVER in her orbit, always ready to GIVE in to her. his hold does not LOOSEN, but he pulls away until he can see her EYES, lips brushing the HOLLOW of her CHEEK as he passes. “ let me take you to BED. you’re EXHAUSTED. ”

she wonders sometimes if he CAN read her mind —– though, conclusively, and happily, comes to realize they’re just so closely connected that he didn’t need to, for when he needed to KNOW something she couldn’t say; he pulls her closer and meets her silent desperation. ❛ —- okay, ❜ she croaks, capitulating to his suggestion easily; he’s right. she wonders if he’ll STAY THE NIGHT, too; his presence is bound to grant her enough security to sleep well — but again, this is a ( nearly selfish ) request she doesn’t want to ask of him. she sighs, because she does anyways. ❛ you can —— stay. if you want. ❜
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