Hey guys, just a Carlisle/Edward drabblesque thing for you. It's unbeta-ed :O; how naughty of me! That being said, I own nothing but my mistakes and a dirty mind. Enjoy. :)
I hated seeing him so torn, so confused, so vulnerable, but I had to know. No, not just had to –needed to know. For nearly three years I had waited and now I'd run out of patience, I just couldn't find it in myself to wait any longer. I wanted an answer. Tonight.
I stared at him, searching for an answer, the need radiating from every fibre of my being; my hand clutched to my chest out of desperation as my other arm weakly reached out to him. He dropped his gaze from me and I dropped my arm.
"Edward, please look at me," I begged with a shaky voice. It took him a moment, but I was finally granted his pretty, golden eyes. "Edward, I feel this… whatever this is between us. It's difficult to comprehend, but you know of fate, of destiny; people are bought together for a reason. I believe in it and if there is anything that I don't believe in, it is coincidences. I believe.
"I believe in you.
"And I believe in us.
"You know where I stand, I just need to know where you stand," his eyes widened in shock and his eyes flickered around my face in a frenzy, searching for something, for what I couldn't be sure. I wasn't sure about a lot of things any more, except for how I felt about Edward. He pulled his hands through his hair and opened and closed his mouth, searching for words that he couldn't find. "Listen, if you can look me in the eyes and tell me this one thing, without a shadow of a doubt: that you believe… I'll have my answer."
After what felt like an eternity of waiting, hoping, holding my breath (and my tongue) and putting my heart and soul on the line, Edward shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away from me. "I'm sorry, Carlisle."