Title: 10 Seconds
Summary: Bella has only 10 seconds to talk to Edward.
Word Count: 477
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
I have 10 seconds to talk to him. 10 seconds, 10 words before they cut us off. That's all the time we get before they sever the connection, and then we are back to having nothing.
I have to talk to him, I have to tell him how much I still love him, that I'm so sorry for what happened. I didn't want this to happen, but I had no choice, and now all I have left is 10 seconds.
'I love you' is too simple, and a waste of seven other words.
'Be safe' is no better. Maybe if I combine them, it's better than nothing I guess.
'It's Bella. I love you always. Please be safe.' Nine words. That will have to do. I look up at the clock and see that it's almost time.
I walk into the kitchen and stare at the phone. It taunts me, it's my only line to my love, the only way I can talk to him. Even that is uncertain. If I was found out, if it was known that I was trying to talk to him; I shudder to think what would happen to either of us.
I look up at the clock again and see that it is time. I reach for the phone and connect to my love, my Edward.
It rings once, twice, three times before he picks it up.
"Hello?" He answers. He seems worn, the brightness in his voice has long departed.
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
I try again and still nothing.
Why won't the words come?
I'm losing time.
Speak! Say something to him.
Anything! Say anything!
I listen to him breathe, there is nothing else I can do.
"Goodnight Bella." He whispers.
The line goes dead.
I stand back and watch as he places the hand piece back on the phone base. I have failed, again.
All I can do is watch as Edward moves over to my favorite plush seat in the living room. Next to him is a picture of us at our wedding, he picks it up and holds it in front of him. I watch as he gently traces first my smile, and then my face with his fingers.
He squeezes his eyes closed and looks up toward the heavens. When he opens them I can see the tears collecting, threatening to spill over. He keeps his eyes locked on the place where the ceiling meets the wall, as if that spot held all the answers.
"I miss you." He whimpers into the room. Tomorrow Edward, I promise to try harder tomorrow.
We promised that we would be together forever, and we will be.
Even if it's only once a day at 6pm.
Even if it's only for 10 seconds.