Mosaicked Feelings

XX: Better Left Wondering

"Michelle," My cloud of thoughts was intruded by Edward's gruff yet breezy voice.

I snapped into reality, and out of my haze. I looked up at him to find him standing right in front of me, his bright pale eyes reflecting his expression. I stood up quickly from the stair step and tossed a lock of hair behind me.

"Hey." I tried to force a smile, despite my whirring-with-doubtfulness mind, and Edward smiled in response, sitting and seating myself back on the stairs. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes trailing everywhere else to make sure we weren't being followed or noticed. Contrary to my expectations, I didn't catch any sight of any unexpected spectators, but that still wasn't convincing enough to calm me. "Can we... Can we go somewhere private?" I whispered, the fretfulness evident in my tone.

Edward glanced at me for a moment probably examining my expression, before finally nodding in agreement. He waited for me to get up and led us towards the exit gates and out across the parking lot, where his car was parked. We settled in, not speaking much, the quietness between us only complemented my loud thoughts and sounded more evident.

"Is this okay for you?" He asked after he had closed our doors and settled down, the outside noise being instantly blocked.

I nodded with a ghost smile. "I'm glad you came over," I initiated, voicing the first emotion that came over me.

"Is there anything that I'm supposed to be knowing?" He asked again curiously, and I shook my head, not making much eye contact. I felt the tension of my suspicions weighing down on me, but I didn't have the courage to talk them through.

After a while of suffocating in silence, I broke in. "Edward, what are we?" I asked back, out of the blue and his eyes glimmered in response as if knowing the answer quite well.

"Probably midway between a romantic novel thing. Probably where some drama and bad things begin to happen, to conform to the quote, 'What didn't kill us, made us a more strong couple'," He answered and I let out an exaggerated sigh at his words. He always knew all the right things to say without saying everything.

I took a minute again to let his words sink in before answering. "I didn't know you considered us as that," I replied stupidly, not knowing what to say to his extra talk.

"I do." He pulled me closer to his body, embracing me into a light hug, and I sighed at the skin contact, all hints and sprinkles of doubt and worry, vanished from my mind. "Do you?"

He soothed me, tenderly pulling me running his fingers in my hair and sniffing me. It felt warm and all kinds of cosy, as I rested my head against his chest.

"I do... And I just... Don't want to lose you," I sniffed back, partially voicing out my insecurities.

"I would never okay? Never." His words sounded stiff and promising like they always did. "And I would never let anyone come between us, no matter what it takes."

"Thank you," I said but was responded by losing contact with his touch and regaining it by his lips pressed to mine. I felt his warmth of him transition to mine, his breath having a slight tinge of cigarettes, indicating his stressfulness.

As if forgetting all my suspicions and doubts on the very touch, my feelings grew in magnitude, and I deepened the kiss, feeling all of him against my cold skin. My fingers, on cue, intertwined against his unruly hair, pulling him closer to me. His hands found my back and pulled me closer to him desperately. And just by that, all my conclusions and wariness were clouded by the electrifying feelings I was submerged in.

Breathlessly I pulled off, but he pulled back again to give me one last peck on my lips, and I smiled. He kissed again. "You would never leave me too right?"