When Bella and Edward come together, both having pasts filled with hurt and despair, what can they really expect?

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Chapter Eighteen

Same Disclaimer.

Thanks to my beta and my prereaders.

Today we have another look at what Bella is up to...


I walked into the apartment, the lock working the first time, surprisingly. Today had turned out to be a very good day. I'd gotten up early enough this morning so that I had time to run by the coffee shop and grab a green tea latte. I had only cried once, and for the first time in a long time they were happy tears. Everything had been going good lately and I didn't have much to complain about.

I smiled as I walked across the floor and sat my purse on the kitchen table. I hadn't stopped smiling for hours. I pulled the small piece of paper out of my purse and smoothed it out on the counter. I ran my finger across the image and smiled again.

Walking over to the refrigerator, I put the paper against the surface and affixed it with a small magnet. I knew that if I stuck it there, it would be the first thing he would see. I wanted it to be the first thing he would see.

I opened up the freezer and pulled out a small carton of ice cream. After grabbing a spoon, I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. I really didn't see the need to put the ice cream in a bowl. It was all mine, and I figured I'd end up eating what was left in one sitting anyway.

After finishing my ice cream, I grabbed my journal from the coffee table and began to write about what happened today. Over the past couple of weeks, I'd begun to record pretty much anything that happened in my life. I didn't want him to miss anything. He needed to know.

Some might call me stupid for even wanting him to come back, but I couldn't help it. We'd been through so much together and we would get through this too. I loved him and I always would.

I finished up my entry and closed the book, placing it back on the table. I grabbed the other paper I had taken from my purse and held it in my hand as I made myself comfortable on the couch. I covered myself with the throw from the back of the couch and laid down, closing my eyes. I held the paper to my chest, over my heart, and began to hum.

Everything would be alright. Everything would be just fine. It had to be.

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