and she watches the color fade away
Two kind-of-connected J/B drabbles for Valentine's Day. That's about it. I don't have any particular quarrels with V-Day, but I'm not a huge fan or anything either. It's just kind of there. So...here. Happy holiday, ya'll.
The day she’s turned, she wakes up without tears on her face. It’s the first time in a long time, and she realizes that it’s also the last.
“I’m here,” Edward whispers to her, a hand cupping her cheek. It isn’t cold anymore.
Her voice cracks when she says “I know” and kisses him, feeling the shape of his lips now that hers are perfect. Edward laughs, mentioning that he didn’t even know a vampires’ voice could be clumsy, you’ve broken another record, love.
She pretends not to remember the burning; the pain. She pretends the morphine stopped her mouth from parting, stopped her half-eaten away conscience from screaming out Jacob’s name. She smiles and watches her skin glitter in the sunlight, holds her arm up next to Alice’s, mutters “huh” and watches the color fade away.
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Five years in and it’s Valentine’s Day. Jasper and Alice leave for some romantic destination, her squealing about what to pack and him holding his head and complaining about how they should all just get a room already, while Carlisle helps Esme try on the necklace he bought her.
Rosalie is yelling at Emmett and he’s watching a rugby game on television, talking about how he could’ve had a great career in sports if he’d been a human a bit longer. Rosalie puts her hands on her hips and he grabs her by the wrists: “Don’t worry,” he laughs, kissing her forehead. “It would’ve gotten boring, anyway, babe.”
Bella watches from another world, Edward’s arms wrapped around her waist. He pulls out a box of conversation hearts and she wants to cry.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. “I know we can’t eat them, but you always told me they tasted like soap anyway.”
She laughs. “When I was human,” she says, “you never gave me conversation hearts.”
Edward looks confused. “But I got you a diamond heart,” he points out, smoothing his fingers over the charm. “And I got you mine.”
Bella stares at the bracelet. “Sometimes I forget.” And it’s a different hand she sees, holding hers, as they watch the sun set on another year.
The day she’s turned, she wakes up without tears on her face. It’s the first time in a long time, and she realizes that it’s also the last.
“I’m here,” Edward whispers to her, a hand cupping her cheek. It isn’t cold anymore.
Her voice cracks when she says “I know” and kisses him, feeling the shape of his lips now that hers are perfect. Edward laughs, mentioning that he didn’t even know a vampires’ voice could be clumsy, you’ve broken another record, love.
She pretends not to remember the burning; the pain. She pretends the morphine stopped her mouth from parting, stopped her half-eaten away conscience from screaming out Jacob’s name. She smiles and watches her skin glitter in the sunlight, holds her arm up next to Alice’s, mutters “huh” and watches the color fade away.
--
Five years in and it’s Valentine’s Day. Jasper and Alice leave for some romantic destination, her squealing about what to pack and him holding his head and complaining about how they should all just get a room already, while Carlisle helps Esme try on the necklace he bought her.
Rosalie is yelling at Emmett and he’s watching a rugby game on television, talking about how he could’ve had a great career in sports if he’d been a human a bit longer. Rosalie puts her hands on her hips and he grabs her by the wrists: “Don’t worry,” he laughs, kissing her forehead. “It would’ve gotten boring, anyway, babe.”
Bella watches from another world, Edward’s arms wrapped around her waist. He pulls out a box of conversation hearts and she wants to cry.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. “I know we can’t eat them, but you always told me they tasted like soap anyway.”
She laughs. “When I was human,” she says, “you never gave me conversation hearts.”
Edward looks confused. “But I got you a diamond heart,” he points out, smoothing his fingers over the charm. “And I got you mine.”
Bella stares at the bracelet. “Sometimes I forget.” And it’s a different hand she sees, holding hers, as they watch the sun set on another year.