The Past
Edward and I walked silently together. The sun shattering off our skin into a thousand beautiful diamonds; this being the reasons on days like today, we tended to avoid humans.
He had been holding my hand since the second we had left the car so I had a thousand questions bubbling up, but somehoe I surpressed them and waited for him to break the silence.
Finally he spoke.
"Do you remember", he started to ask in his velvet soft, angelic voice, "the first time I told you that I loved you?"
I laughed at the thought, because at the words "I love you" in that memory I had laughed at him in anger and ran away, and then when I finally believed him I had sobbed.
"Yes", I replied still chuckling.
He smiled my favorite crooked smile that reached his topaz colored eyes.
"I thought you would", he said still smiling at me, "but at the time I thought it wrong to ask you why you reacted so badly."
If I had been human I would have blushed, I was sure of it.
I looked away quickly.
"I can't tell you that," I said, answering his thought.
He frowned.
"Why not?", he asked, frustrated.
I stopped walking to think of an answer. He stopped in front of me and took my other hand.
"I'm afraid.... you may be angry..... or sad," I said quietly.
"It can't be that bad", he said, something strange about his voice. I looked up and saw he was surpressing laughter.
"What is so funny?", I asked angrily.
He smiled at me.
"It's just the thought," he said, "of being angry with you. I'm sure, if at all, it would only last a few seconds."
I looked down and sighed in defeat.
"I never deserved you", I said, then I looked back up, "but you proved me wrong, by loving me back almost as much as I love you."
He frowned.
"You're such a liar", I said frowing back angrily, then I let go of his hands and walked away.
"Cassandra", he called after me, then he caught up an dmatched his pace with mine, "Cassandra, I'm not angry."
I marched on.
When he spoke next he sounded very sincere, "I'm sorry. Come back," he begged.
I froze. He had never spoken to me like that. The beauty of his tone made me want to embrace him, but the shock froze me in place, and I knew it showed on my face because of what he said next.
"Cassandra?", he asked, then when I didn't reply he put his hands on my shoulders and shook me gentlyand asked, "Are you alright? Cassandra can you hear me?"
I smiled at him when I broke out of the shock.
"Were you purposely trying to seduce me? Or was it an accident?", I asked.
Relief flooded his face then he smiled and said, "I think it comes naturally."
PS: I'm writing this in parts because it's so long so I'll probably stop abruptly until I finish.
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