Lacuna ¹

27

Over the passing months of the year, Amélie and Benedict's relationship blossomed into something more than just love. They would love for one another, kill for one another, they would kill for one another with no regrets or remorse. They trusted each other through thick and thin, never argued, always gave each other space - although they could never be far without from each other for long. They loved each others flaws and scars, always being the others rock and peace. They adored each other and everyone that surrounded the couple adored them.

Amélie's friend couldn't help but tease them for their relationship but in reality they all admired and begged for what they had. The loved the displayed to each other each day, not caring who saw their blinding love for one another. Jessica and Angela always voiced how they wanted a relationship like theirs while Tyler, Mike and Eric always silently watched also secrectly begging for a relationship as full of love as theirs. They wanted a lover to treat them as though they were gods among mortals.

The Cullens truely adored the ginger haired girl that had stolen their dear brothers and sons whole heart and being - as well as their own. The young girl couldn't have been a better fit for their beloved Benedict. They all have never seen such love displayed between soulmates. They all already thought of her as family, loving her as so.

Charlie had grown to love the boy Benedict Cullen as a son, he couldn't help but care for the boy who doted on his neice and loved her with his entire being. He could always thank Benedict for making his neice smile brighter than the sun itself after all, life has been so cruel to her.

Even from a few Forks residents most could see how well the two belonged together and deserved each others hearts as well as each other and they couldn't bare the thought of any other two better suited for the other then Benedict Arthur Cullen and Amélie Rose Archambeau.

Everything was turning around for Amélie. She was finally happy, with a loving Uncle, an adorable lover that would rarher die than leave her alone for over a day, a family that would gladly take her in without a second thought as well as many, many friends that would take a bullet for her. Amélie always woke up with a large smile on her face that others couldnt help but copy as well as oozing positive energy that would put anyone in a good mood. She was beloved by all and she beloved everyone.

Unfortunately her happiness wouldn't last for much longer...

It was a new Saturday day. As per usual Amélie was behind the stove, humming a sweet French lullaby as she poor some of her famous pancakes into the skillet pan. Wearing a cute simple blue dress, it's skirt stopping just above her knees with a simple blue fabric belt with small puffed shoulder sleeves with the accompaniment of her famous white pair of converse. She slid three of the pancakes onto one plate as she started pouring the batter onto three more spots on the skillet pan.

Hearing a small cough of attention she spun on her heel, greeted by the sight of her Uncle sitting at the kitchen table with a sombre expression on his face as well as his arms crossed, leaning against the table. Amélie only grinned, thinking he was just waiting for his pancakes.

"Scusa! Ecco i pancakes Zio! (Sorry! Here's your pancakes Uncle!)" She cheered slightly, placing the plate down in front of him before walking back over to the stove to concentrate on her pancakes.

"Grazie Rosso...(Thank you Red..)" He mumbled as he stabbed his fork into the stack of pancakes aggressively.

Amélie took notice of his behaviour but decided to continue on with making her own stack of pancakes. They were left in a soft but tense silence. Once Amélie placed the last of the three pancakes on her plate she turned off the stove before then taking a seat at the table, across from Charlie. As Amélie was to take her first bite of her delicious creations but she noticed that Charlie had not taken a single bite only stabbing the stack of pancakes aggressively with his fork, over and over again. Amélie looked at him, a frown overcoming her face.