Who was that? That name...The taboo of my life. "Bella, is that really you?", the boy said. It seems to be so close but my mind was so far. I felt like I was eight years old again. I felt a soft caress on my shoulder. It was so soft maybe I imagined it but my body reacted on instinct and flinched away from it. Though my mind seems to disagree with my body. Then did I turn and come face to face with those piercing green orbs that haunt my dreams, ensare my senses and send tingles through my body.
Edward... There it was, the shock of the moment made me gasp. In less than a milli seconde I was enveloped par his strong arms. "Oh Bella, Bella, I missed toi so much. Where have toi been?", he crooned repeatedly. par then tears were streaming down my cheeks. All the emotion I locked away all those years il y a came crashing down. The relief, the hurt, the l’amour and the despair. But through all that one emotion was stronger than the other. Anger.
I ripped myself away from his arm. The shock and hurt of losing the contact clearly evident on his face. "Bella, I...", he began but I silenced him with my hand. "If toi are going to utter the word sorry suivant toi are in grave trouble, Edward", my voice barely a whisper but all the plus scary. He seemed utterly surprised, hurt and another emotion I couldn't quite place.
"But Bella I...", he began again. "No, Edward. Do toi have any idea what I have been through. toi a dit toi would always be there for me but toi weren't. When I got me first period toi were not there. I was so scared. When Madam gave me away to some... to some," I couldn't go on. All the things that happened he wasn't there for me and now he acts like he missed me. My mind screamed that my actions were wrong but I have come a long way without him and now having changes everything that I thought I would be and have been.
I could see he was clearly surprised and his hands twitched at his sides, a nervous habit he has when he wants to touch something. Well in this case, me. I found my arms opening upto him, inviting him and breaking down inside. Even through my anger I couldn't ours to see him sad. The hurt I felt was reflected in his eyes.
And he openly accepted my embrace. He was clearly a foot ou plus taller than me. His large hands cocooned me. The feeling of protection, l’amour and belonging was humming in the air. I broke out of the embrace to look at him. I still saw the boy I fell in l’amour with. What? No!! I loved as a brother back then. But now his sheek Bones were plus defined. His mop was penny coloured hair standing out against the pale complexion. Always the most striking part of Edward. His lips... No! I am not going there. In the back of mind I knew he was handsome and he would never be mine.
The very thought broke my reverie. I shook his hands away. "Bella what's wrong sweetheart?" Sweetheart? Oh fate was really testing me. Only if that were true Edward.
"Nothing Edward. Just go. I have a lot to unpack." He looked around the room. He knew it was a lie. I had hardly anything to my name. There certainly wasn't a closet full of clothes to put away.
"Bella I don't understand why toi are jouer la comédie this way," he a dit in a whisper. "We have met after so long and now this. I don't know what I did wrong"
"Just go Edward. Please. I am very tired," both physically and emotionally I added in my head. Then I turned away from his glorius face. My head punding. I didn't want to look away but I knew I have to. If I let him in, he will leave me. But maybe this time it would be different. Sometimes the cœur, coeur really does thing for reasons which reasons cannot understand.
The minute he left I felt the emptiness, the lack of warmth and the feeling of belonging. I broke down crying. I was sure he could hear my loud sobs but I didn't care.
The door opened again. "Edward I thought I told toi to go," i sighed.
"I am not Edward," it was Alice who a dit that. The précédant friendliness all drained away. When I looked the pure look of hatred shook me. She seemed to have gained height and that scared me.
"You won't listen to Edward but toi will listen to me Isabella. toi don't know half the things he has been through. toi have no idea how he has been. He says toi are his best friend, well I don't think toi deserve him. toi are probably the worst friend anyone could ever have," she shouted in my face and with a loud bang, the door must be, there was silence.
Cruel, loud and impregnable silence. Another bout of tears broke through shaking my entire body until I felt the very familiar darkness envelope. Before I fully blacked out the creak of the door brought a voice, my Edward, "Bella, please...," suddenly stopped then a little louder "Bella! Are toi okay? Come on Bella. I can't lose toi again. Please. Alice! Alice! Get here! What did toi do?" With that I fell into the abyss of darkness.
Edward... There it was, the shock of the moment made me gasp. In less than a milli seconde I was enveloped par his strong arms. "Oh Bella, Bella, I missed toi so much. Where have toi been?", he crooned repeatedly. par then tears were streaming down my cheeks. All the emotion I locked away all those years il y a came crashing down. The relief, the hurt, the l’amour and the despair. But through all that one emotion was stronger than the other. Anger.
I ripped myself away from his arm. The shock and hurt of losing the contact clearly evident on his face. "Bella, I...", he began but I silenced him with my hand. "If toi are going to utter the word sorry suivant toi are in grave trouble, Edward", my voice barely a whisper but all the plus scary. He seemed utterly surprised, hurt and another emotion I couldn't quite place.
"But Bella I...", he began again. "No, Edward. Do toi have any idea what I have been through. toi a dit toi would always be there for me but toi weren't. When I got me first period toi were not there. I was so scared. When Madam gave me away to some... to some," I couldn't go on. All the things that happened he wasn't there for me and now he acts like he missed me. My mind screamed that my actions were wrong but I have come a long way without him and now having changes everything that I thought I would be and have been.
I could see he was clearly surprised and his hands twitched at his sides, a nervous habit he has when he wants to touch something. Well in this case, me. I found my arms opening upto him, inviting him and breaking down inside. Even through my anger I couldn't ours to see him sad. The hurt I felt was reflected in his eyes.
And he openly accepted my embrace. He was clearly a foot ou plus taller than me. His large hands cocooned me. The feeling of protection, l’amour and belonging was humming in the air. I broke out of the embrace to look at him. I still saw the boy I fell in l’amour with. What? No!! I loved as a brother back then. But now his sheek Bones were plus defined. His mop was penny coloured hair standing out against the pale complexion. Always the most striking part of Edward. His lips... No! I am not going there. In the back of mind I knew he was handsome and he would never be mine.
The very thought broke my reverie. I shook his hands away. "Bella what's wrong sweetheart?" Sweetheart? Oh fate was really testing me. Only if that were true Edward.
"Nothing Edward. Just go. I have a lot to unpack." He looked around the room. He knew it was a lie. I had hardly anything to my name. There certainly wasn't a closet full of clothes to put away.
"Bella I don't understand why toi are jouer la comédie this way," he a dit in a whisper. "We have met after so long and now this. I don't know what I did wrong"
"Just go Edward. Please. I am very tired," both physically and emotionally I added in my head. Then I turned away from his glorius face. My head punding. I didn't want to look away but I knew I have to. If I let him in, he will leave me. But maybe this time it would be different. Sometimes the cœur, coeur really does thing for reasons which reasons cannot understand.
The minute he left I felt the emptiness, the lack of warmth and the feeling of belonging. I broke down crying. I was sure he could hear my loud sobs but I didn't care.
The door opened again. "Edward I thought I told toi to go," i sighed.
"I am not Edward," it was Alice who a dit that. The précédant friendliness all drained away. When I looked the pure look of hatred shook me. She seemed to have gained height and that scared me.
"You won't listen to Edward but toi will listen to me Isabella. toi don't know half the things he has been through. toi have no idea how he has been. He says toi are his best friend, well I don't think toi deserve him. toi are probably the worst friend anyone could ever have," she shouted in my face and with a loud bang, the door must be, there was silence.
Cruel, loud and impregnable silence. Another bout of tears broke through shaking my entire body until I felt the very familiar darkness envelope. Before I fully blacked out the creak of the door brought a voice, my Edward, "Bella, please...," suddenly stopped then a little louder "Bella! Are toi okay? Come on Bella. I can't lose toi again. Please. Alice! Alice! Get here! What did toi do?" With that I fell into the abyss of darkness.
Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
toi l’amour all sailors
But hate the beach
toi say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
toi breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
toi change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me Raiponce up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
toi l’amour all sailors
But hate the beach
toi say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
toi breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
toi change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me Raiponce up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark toi tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
“Everybody likes to make fun of “Twilight” – adults, children, house pets – but the producers of the films threw a monkey wrench in the gears of the irony machine par stuffing the soundtrack to their latest effort full of awesome songs from ultra-cool indie bands. “Eclipse” is a who’s who of moody indie rock, featuring a lineup that would make Pitchfork’s brains explode: Beck, Bat For Lashes, Metric, Vampire Weekend, Muse, the Black Keys…the liste goes on and on. Perhaps this all shouldn’t be surprising donné that musique supervisor Alexandra Patsavas made a name for herself turning television’s “The O.C.” into an avenue for indie rock exposure, but it’s still a very pleasant surprise to see the musique from a “Twilight” film become the “Singles” soundtrack of the aughts.”
Another post day! This one might be shorter just cause i learned my Friends going into the army :(
-teamalice_0
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Sleep came peacefully, almost immediatley. Usually i dreamed about things I learned ou have seen but this jour was.. different. I saw people I have never met.
They were in groups of two, all but one, but seemed unified in a way. The two in the middle looked older, carmel hair and blonde, to their left was a huge weight lifting dude, a curvy blonde at his side, the other side of the middle were short pixie like and a blonde man. He seemed to be the odd one out. The one that seemed to stand alone yet not alone had copper hair like a penny. They all looked different too, but all inhumanly beautiful. The only simularities were their or eyes.
Never seen them, I would say maybe I would meet them but I cant ever see them Im blind and forever will be.
So who are they?
-teamalice_0
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Sleep came peacefully, almost immediatley. Usually i dreamed about things I learned ou have seen but this jour was.. different. I saw people I have never met.
They were in groups of two, all but one, but seemed unified in a way. The two in the middle looked older, carmel hair and blonde, to their left was a huge weight lifting dude, a curvy blonde at his side, the other side of the middle were short pixie like and a blonde man. He seemed to be the odd one out. The one that seemed to stand alone yet not alone had copper hair like a penny. They all looked different too, but all inhumanly beautiful. The only simularities were their or eyes.
Never seen them, I would say maybe I would meet them but I cant ever see them Im blind and forever will be.
So who are they?