Starving for the sun

Rose

The sun had long past set in the west, the sky dark and the light of the full moon casts a soft silver glow over the forest, watching those who sleep and those who roam at night.

“Do you miss the sun?”

She’s met with silence for so long that she doesn't know if her question will be answered but she waits.

“I miss its warmth, the feeling of it on my skin.”

There is a cricket chirping in the background somewhere and she can only guess what else is lurking in the shadows, she does know that the others are out hunting and that Edward wanted Rosalie to stay with her because he didn't want her to go visit Jake.

So the blonde stayed as Bella hid her annoyance with Edward’s constant need to know where she was and who she was hanging out with.

“What about the moon?” She can't help but ask and is rewarded with a soft chuckle and no matter what she doesn't want this moment to end.

“The moon is cold. It might reflect light from the sun but that doesn't mean it has its warmth.”

Searching the night sky as silence falls between them she finds Orion's belt and wonders how many stars have already burnt out that still cast a light that continues reaching and reaching despite the flame that no longer burns.

Would she notice? When that one star that always shows up in the sky is suddenly no longer there. Would she look and look and look and not be able to figure out what was missing?

Would it be drowned out by the billions of stars that still cast out light to reach anyone who looks? With each trying to outshine the other, she wouldn't be surprised if there were stars that no longer took up space in the sky and no one seemed to notice.

“Bella,” An angelic voice calls her from her thoughts and she finally looks over at the blonde that’s now watching her with curiosity. Marble skin glows softly from the light that's reflected from the sun and gold eyes are shining bright against the darkness that's still the night.

Breathtaking, she can't help but think.

She just knows that seeing her like this is better than seeing Edward in the sun that one time, he sparkled as he stood in the rays of light and she called him beautiful.

But Rosalie, right now. In the light of the full moon, under the stars. Bella knows that she’s more than beautiful, so much more and she decides that nothing will ever come close to outshining the blonde vampire.

"What?” She asks after a moment because she realizes that she's been staring but still can't tear her eyes away.

A soft smile turns into a smirk. “What are you thinking?”

What was she thinking? Many things, too many to count.

Bella lets one hand fall from her lap to touch the grass beneath her, it's soft and cool and she lets her fingers run over the small blades because she knows that her want, her need to reach out and take Rosalie’s hand into her own is wrong.

“The stars.” She finally answers after a moment of trying to catch a thought that wasn't about the blonde vampire who easily steals her breath from her.

She looks back to the sky because she knows if she doesn't then she might never be able to look away.

“What about the stars?” Rosalie’s question surprises her because she didn't expect her to be curious enough to ask her to elaborate.

“Do you notice when they are no longer there? ” She glances back at the blonde who is now looking towards the sky and her eyes want to linger on pale skin but she won't and tears her eyes away to look back at the sky.

There is a soft breeze, she can hear an owl somewhere in the forest and she doesn't care that she’s sitting next to a vampire.

A vampire that makes her feel things that Edward never could.

After a few moments of silence and Bella realizing that her question might not be answered Rosalie sits up straight and she wonders what she’s hearing. “The others are on their way.” The blonde says before getting to her feet and looking back down at her. “Come on, Edward wouldn’t like that you forced me into coming out here with you.” She says with just a hint of annoyance when talking about her adopted brother.

“I didn't force you.” She points out as the two start walking back to the house, she doesn't see Rosalie giving her a smirk.

“You did.” She says nonchalantly and Bella just shakes her head with a small smile because she knows that there is no way that the blonde vampire would admit to anything else.

Bella doesn't watch as Emmett greets Rosalie with a kiss, instead she takes Edward’s hand into her own and gives him a smile that he gladly returns before he tells the others that he is going to take her home.

She isn't going to protest because she doesn't want to catch Jasper giving her a concerned look. She doesn't want to see Emmett drag Rosalie to their room with a not too innocent smile. She won't stay when Alice is still not talking to her for some reason.

So she leaves with Edward, his hand still in hers and a feeling in her chest that she chose to ignore.

A feeling that kept growing and growing until flowers started to bloom.