A/N I don't own Twilight

This was my entry for the Twilight No Stress Love Fest. Just a drabble, based on a prompt.

Prompt: It's the end of summer. One last beach blowout bash before everyone scatters for good, off to colleges and jobs and life. One last chance to see him, to tell him how desperately I love him until he's gone... forever.


I've watched you. For years I think. A century and then some. You never saw me. Never noticed me. I watched from afar. Quietly worshipping from a distance. You never realized.

I love you.

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A party. One last time. Tonight. We'll all scatter. You are moving to the other side of the country. You never told me this, but I know. I heard. I cried. Tonight, I will say goodbye. I will let you go.

I love you.

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I shopped for groceries with the girls. You hurry toward us to help get it all out of my truck. Your strong arms flex as they pick up the heavy bags, seemingly without effort. I watch, mesmerized. You look up at me and smile. My heart breaks a little.

I love you.

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Party preparations. I help with the food, chatting and acting like nothing is wrong. Six of us; we're almost a coven. You will all leave. I think I am the only one staying. My future is here. I wonder what I will find, though, with you gone. I don't think the world can be colorful without you. You brighten my day.

I love you.

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Beer, barbecue, bonfire. It's warm and it's twilight. The light of the fire reflects in your hair. Fascinating. Then again, everything about you is. Fascinating. You nudge my shoulder and smile at me. Ask me where my head is. I almost say it.

I love you.

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We eat, we talk, we laugh. There is music. It's a hot night, the fire is too warm but nobody wants to back away. There is beer, and wine. We drink and bring out elaborate toasts, hiding tears with laughter. Mocking the painful fact that we don't know if or when we will see each other again. I just look at you and say goodbye.

I love you.

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More drinking. Loose voices and looser limbs. Play fighting and you are shoved into me. Apologies, laughing. My entire body tingles and burns at the places you just touched me. I want more, so much more. I have fantasized about it for so long it hurts.

I love you.

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More people get up to dance. My heart stutters, then halts, then explodes when you get up and reach out your hand to me. Asking me to dance. I swallow as I drown in your sparkling eyes, and finally remember to put my hand in yours.

I love you.

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We dance. Awkward, at first. Some distance from each other. But I am well tipsy and I know you've had your share, too. My cheeks feel flushed with the heat, the drink. I'm drunk on you. You catch my gaze time and again and seem to be looking for something. Hope wars with fear.

I love you.

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The music slows down, and around us the couples are drawing closer together. I back away, expecting you to want to stop dancing now, but you stop me. A hand closing around mine, a gentle tug. I turn back and see your hopeful gaze. I melt inside and step up to you.

I love you.

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You pull me closer. I hesitate, but you are strong. Your arms around me, the length of your body against mine. Nerves explode. I can't believe this is happening. Your deep sigh as I try to hide mine.

I love you.

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We dance, slowly. I can cry, so happy to be in your arms. Finally. Shocked when you pull me closer still and hide your face in my neck. My breath halts. I think you hear it. I have to tell you. This is my last chance. You have to know.

I love you.

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Nothing to lose, I try to gather courage. Three little words, so close and yet so far. Heart hammering, body shaking. It won't be long before you notice. But for now, it's just my mind that speaks.

I love you.

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Your hands on my back, I can feel them moving slowly. Reading too much into it, I'm sure. It's dangerous to allow myself to enjoy this. I know I will be shattered when you pull away again. I have to say it. Now.

I love you.

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You sigh deeply, making me wonder if you are fed up with this, trying to figure out how to get rid of me. It's now or never, before I will forever lose my chance. I count to ten in my head and open my mouth to speak, but it's not my voice that sounds. It's yours.

"I love you."