The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Pen Name: LyricalKris
Word Count: 500
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A/N: Eh, I know I'm a day early, but fuckit.
They were seven when they met. Bella had just moved to Forks and everyone whispered about her. Edward was fascinated.
"She reads books, Momma. Lots of books. All the time. Books the fourth graders are reading," he said.
"I'm sure she does. I would, if I were her."
His mother cuddled him close. "Some people's real lives are so hard, books are their only refuge."
Edward didn't really understand what his mother meant until they were around thirteen. He knew Bella was angry and depressed. He could make her smile, and that gave him some solace. He sat beside her. "What are you reading today?" he asked, because he knew she would answer that question even if she wouldn't tell him why she was crying.
She told him about The Mists of Avalon. The book supposed there was a parallel plane where magic and fairyfolk still existed. Where most people saw only an abbey, a select few could step through the mists into Avalon.
"I wish I could step through the mists sometimes," she said.
When they were fourteen, on a foggy day, she turned down her street when they walked home from school. She turned to wave and then she disappeared into the fog.
He never saw her again. She simply vanished.
Edward was twenty-one and stuck in Forks. He didn't know why, so many years later, the pain of her loss still cut his heart fresh. There was a hole in his life where she should be, and nothing could convince his psyche otherwise. His family tried to cajole him, but he couldn't move on.
He couldn't shake the feeling she would return to him. On foggy days, he would wander aimlessly for hours.
On one foggy day, Edward put on his hoodie and slipped out into the fog. As twilight faded to the blackness of night, he walked deeper and deeper into the woods. He wandered aimlessly, lost in his memories.
As he came to a clearing, a meadow where the moon shone brightly through a crack in the clouds, he stumbled to a halt. A figure stood there in the moonlight. It was an ethereal figure, a woman in white with long brown hair. She looked so elegant, but when she saw him, she lifted her skirts and ran. "Edward."
"Bella." He was stunned. In his memories, she was always the sad fourteen-year-old girl, not this beautiful, happy woman. Then he was running too, and she was in his arms. She was warm. She was real.
First, he took her face in his hands and kissed her the way he had wanted to when they were fourteen. It was the one thing he would have done differently if he'd known their time was limited. Then he had to ask. "Where have you been?"
"There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hands."
"What? I don't understand."
She laughed and tugged his hand. "Come with me, and you will."
A/N: Major thanks to barburella, songster, everydaybella, geeky and anyone who helped and encouraged me with these. It was fun... and addicting.
If you'll do me a favor and tell me the top two you'd want to see continued. No promises. I have ideas for all of them (ugh, I cannot be limited to 500 words, dammit). I will tell you not to bother asking for Prompt #4. I'm developing the premise into an ofic. The premise. I don't p2p even 500 words. Heheheh.
Anyway! It's been fun. Let me know.