March 12th, 2008

Good Morning, Beautiful [Edward and Bella]

Edward laid on top of the sheets of Bella's bed, his arm wrapped protectively around her, as always. It has irritated him since the day he met her at Forks High school that he couldn't read her mind. He could see her eyebrows furrowed between the locks of her hair and he knew she was having a dream that concerned her. She murmured in her sleep, his name being one of the few words he could make out. He smiled whenever he heard 'Edward' escape her lips.

This worried him at the same time. How long could they go like this? How old would she allow herself to get before convincing Alice or Carlisle to change her? Edward couldn't bring himself to do it on his own. He'd tasted her blood once before, in Phoenix. Although he could stop himself then, he wasn't so sure he could do it again. And her eighteenth birthday was fast approaching. Eighteen. An age he'd never reached. He tried his best to push away the inevitability of it all, but the closer her birthday came, the more he worried about her eagerness to change.

He tightened his grip on her, not wanting his thoughts to ruin his good mood. Pressing his nose into her hair, he inhaled her scent, compeltely intoxicated by her. She made him feel so human, so real. He wasn't a monster when he was with her. It doesn't really matter, she'd said after figuring out his secret. He scoffed at the idea.

Glancing over at the clock, he knew that her alarm would go off at any moment, waking her from her mostly peaceful slumber. And then they'd both be off to school.