A/N: Okay, so here's how I plan to go about this:
I will randomly pick a locale, POV, and genre from a list and make a story based on these prompts combined. There will be twenty five, and each will be about snippets from Bella and Edward's life.
Locales: Cave, Lake, Bedroom, Grocery Store,Chapel, Zoo, Museum, Street, Elevator, Public Restroom, Broom Closet, Kitchen, Meadow, Floor, Ladder, Tree House Police Station,Car, Diner, Bus, History Class, Pool Table,Garage, Backyard, School
POV: 1st, 2nd, 3rd
Genres: Romance,Humour, Angst, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, drama, family, western
So, let's begin, shall we?
Angst in a Museum (1st Person Bella)
The Port Angeles Rose Street Museum was probably the most colossal building within a hundred mile radius of Forks. Constantly abuzz with school children, board teenagers and fascinated elders, it saw it's fair share of action every day and is probably the busiest business in town.
I had never been there before Edward brought me. When he announced that we were taking a trip to Port Angeles to see a museum, I was excited- three weeks after he'd returned he refused to even leave my side, but that usually entailed staying inside the house reading while he flipped through the channels. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but the prospect of going out and seeing something was elating as well.
We packed lunch and took the Volvo. He drove like a bat out of hell and I clung to the seat for dear life, per usual, but I had already begun to look at the bright side of things- at least we cut the commute in half, right? I was determined to find the better half of everything I did with this boy, because who knows, tomorrow he might be-
don't even think about that my mind shouted, but it was too late. My stomach lurched and I frowned sadly, feeling the weak stitches holding that hole together strain. Don't you even dare trust him, not after what he's done. Blanching, I tried to bring peace to the conflicting sides of my brain.
"We're here." Edward pulled into the driveway, turning his head towards me to give a sweet smile. However, his expression darkened once he noticed my sickly disposition "Bella, are you okay? You're not sick, are you? Do you want to go home?"
"I'm fine." I managed unconvincingly. "Really." He looked at me skeptically, but didn't push the subject any farther. I was glad. Although assuming that he wasn't completely oblivious of my fear of him leaving again, I knew that Edward didn't quite grasp the extent of it- heck, I hardly did.
We bought our tickets and shuffled inside with a group of excited school children. The overcast day made it perfect for an indoor outing such as the museum, so we were shoulder to shoulder with various strangers. I could hardly hear my thoughts over the excited chatter.
Grabbing on to the back of Edward's jacket so I wouldn't loose him, we wove through the crowds of people with confidence. I fell and stumbled more than I usually did- my mind was a million miles away in a place it should never be.
Up the stairs, past various exhibits, stopping at the restroom. We were like a mini sea serpent swimming through the surf, not missing a beat- and then...
And then I let go.
He was going to fast for me, inadvertantly tearing my hand from his shirt. He didn't seem to notice and walked ahead, swallowed by the horde.
It felt like that gaping hole I thought was away forever re opened. I knew I should feel ridiculous, because all that needed to be done was call his name and he'd come back. But how do you know that? That dark part of my brain overpowered my body, muddling my vision so he was being swallowed by trees. He was walking away. Again.
A few of those meticulously placed stitches that had kept me together for so long were violently ripped away, and suddenly breathing was a difficulty. Dizzy, I stumbled backwards before catching myself and leaning against the wall for support.
"Bella? Where are you? Bella?" Edward was calling out to me loudly. Before I could help it, I had turned on my heel and was running towards the bathroom three meters away.
How do you know he's not going to come for you just to leave again?
He found me in the corner stall of the ladies bathroom thirty seconds after I entered. He could've easily busted the door open when I refused to come out, but instead he simply sat beside it, respecting my privacy.
"You're not okay." It wasn't a question.
"No." It wasn't up for discussion.
There was silence for a minute, Edward shifting to rest his head in his hands. I was pretty sure he would be crying if it were physically possible. "I'm sorry."
Pulling my knees to my chest, I looked at the tiled ground. Suddenly sorry wasn't enough anymore, not like it had been. His voice was empty, exhausted. There was no more sincerity in his words, he'd had enough, I knew it.
"I'm not leaving again." Empty, empty, empty. Edward was becoming tired of saying it. Another stitch snapped and I held back tears.
There was a stricken pause, as if he couldn't believe what I was saying to him. But he complied, getting up and walking to the door.
"I love you." That much was true, I knew. It helped.
After a few minutes without reply, he left, letting the threshold swing closed behind him.
I didn't have to watch him go that time, and I spent most of my time in that stall thanking whomever for small favours.