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A/N – My final chapter. I hope you all have enjoyed this story, thanks for your time, patience, and reviews :)
Chapter 40 – My Kind of Perfect
We sat on the edge of the cliff staring out across the never-ending surface of the ocean water. Our feet dangled of the ledge, giving us a front row seat to the radiant sunset just above the gleaming water. The picture-perfect image was brilliant before me, yet I stared at it without really seeing anything.
My thoughts consisted of my love for Edward, and the revolting taste that human food now brought to me as a vampire.
Edward started to chuckle beside me.
"What?" I breathed, losing all concentration.
"If your expression counts for anything, I'd say you've mastered this," he teased.
I playfully glared at him. "You, mister, are going to get into a lot of trouble if you're not careful," my tone then went more serious. "Did you hear anything?"
He simply looked at me apologetically.
I sighed, "Why won't it work?"
"Maybe try different opposites," he suggested.
I thought for a minute. Maybe fear and confidence would do the trick. What was I most afraid of? Well, that was easy, losing Edward. Okay, now what was I most confident about?
I thought about it for a minute, but couldn't seem to come up with anything.
"My love for you?" he recommended.
"No," I replied. "But maybe my love for you." And with that I went about trying to fill my senses with both emotions.
After about a minute, I looked over at Edward to see if it was working.
"Maybe try the love/hate thing again," he replied.
I growled in frustration.
He flashed me a smile, and it seemed to hold more humor than it should have, as if he were smug about something.
"Maybe you'll get it this time," he encouraged. "Only instead of human food, try a person, like Victoria."
"Oh, that would make sense…" I started to close my eyes to try again, when suddenly something clicked in my mind. He had answered a question I had asked in my head, and how would he even know I was thinking about human food for a hate emotion unless… He could hear me!
"You!" I turned on him. "You could hear me the whole time?"
His smile widened. "I was wondering when you would catch on. You're shield expanded after the first 2 or 3 tries. If nothing else, your sheer dogged determination to master this, mixed with your frustration for failing over and over again, opened your mind to me."
"But why didn't I notice?" I asked, remembering how I had instantly noticed it the first time.
"You just hunted," he explained. "And we're not around any humans right now."
"True," I conceded.
I closed my eyes and focused on sensing my inner shield. It was just expanded around Edward and me. I consciously pulled it back until once again my thoughts were solely my own.
I was starting to understand more about my gift. I had broken through the initial barriers and now simply needed no more effort than to feel the strong emotions to expand my shields. And to pull them back took either a conscious effort or some sort of surprise, some kind of substantial break in my concentration.
I opened my eyes and found Edward's disappointed face.
I smiled mischievously, "Well, you can't expect me to let you in my head all day."
"Why not?" his tone was teasing, but I could sense a longing.
"Can't let you get too board." I leaned my head on his shoulder and stared out across the water at the painted sky before us.
"You know that would never happen."
I just smiled in reply and snuggled closer, grabbing his hand in mine.
A moment or two of silence passed before I whispered. "We're getting married tomorrow, Edward Cullen."
He gently squeezed my hand in his and put his other arm around me. "Yes we are," he whispered back. "And I've never been happier."
"Nor have I." I closed my eyes again as if resting on his shoulder. "Everything's so perfect right now." And it was true. All my worries from the previous week had vanished. Edward and I had returned to our loving—and to my gratitude, forgiving—family. They accepted me as before (Jasper even seemed a little relived about what had happened). And we had found that Charlie was fine. He was a little cautious around me, but to all other intents and purposes he acted the same.
Renée and Phil had just arrived two days ago. They had a mess in flight schedules but with a little help from Alice they got things worked out. We had attributed our postponing the wedding to Charlie's "asthma" attack, and because Charlie played along, there were no suspicious questions.
"What are you thinking?" Edward asked.
I opened my eyes. The sun had almost completely disappeared. We had been sitting in silence for awhile now.
I focused on my love for him and my hate for Victoria, until I noticed the subtle heighten in my sense of smell. 'I'm thinking,' I said in my thoughts. 'That I love you more than anything.'
He smiled and looked tenderly at me.
He stayed like that for a full minute when I thought, 'You're going to miss the last of the sunset.'
"My view is more beautiful," he replied, refusing to take his eyes off me.
I didn't believe it, but I didn't argue with him.
Instead I filled my mind with nothing but my love for him. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. It was just him and me. And now he could see the full extent to just how much I loved him. He could see my heart through my thoughts, and I was not afraid to utterly expose my heart to him. It was his after all; it no longer belonged to me. I was his, now and forever.
He put his hand under my chin and gently pulled my face up to his. Our lips met just as the last rays of sunlight vanished over the horizon.
Poisoned By Fire