Without moving a muscle, my eyes suddenly open and I find myself breathing heavy and I've broken out in a light sweat. I opened my eyes, and stayed like that for a few minutes. My room is dark and calm and all I can hear is the pounding of my heart. Before I move any part of my body, I slowly scan my room looking for anyone else or any thing in it with me. I realize I'm alone.
I tried to make sense of what happened last night, but it all seemed a mess in my mind. The ran was dappled through the window, coming through.
The rain sounds like a band. Little drummers tapping on my roof, Bass drums booming as the crescendo increases, Kaboom, the drums play together, BOOM booms the thunder rolls across the skies. Simply put, the rain is music to my ears. Gentle rain is classical, while the storms are like a rock band.
Hissing and tapping and thrumming...humming...buzzing, mesmerizing, wind-driven prizing of shutters and shingles, needle-like rain, your skin tingles, it then mingles with bigger drops, and the rain barrel's full of plop plops and splish splash to accompany the staccato of rain on the sash of the windows as it flows from an uncluttered roof, quite aloof to the fact I might even be listening! Only I would be listening to the rain.
I sipped on my coffee, Coffee to me is like the sun melting a long winter's snow.It warms the heart . I now must do decaf but the feeling is the same.Like being with your one and only true love. The passion it gives is like coming together for the first time. What love I have for this charming beverage. I leave to Maine today. Which means it's the last day of classes! Spring break here I come. Oh wait I got a wedding to go to. Oh lord.
The only class I had today was English. I made my way to the kitchen, trying to make something to eat until I heard my phone buzzing. Well that's strange.
"Ms. Swan where have you been hiding? How have you been?" Edward texted me, oh well he finally texted me. He's the one that left me on read yesterday afternoon. Plus I got busy.
I debated if I should answer him or not I put my phone down as I sip the last bit of my coffee. The problem is that I'm too nice.
"Hello professor, I've had a lot of work to do these past days. Where have you been?" I sent him, extremely confused by what he means by hiding. Oh this man will literally be the cause of me going insane.
"Why are you being so formal with me? We know each other better than that. I've been away thinking about things I told you, things you told me...." He responded
"Well I wanted to return the respect. Why have you been thinking?" I asked
"Bella, you now know that I'm on a Visa and that I'll be on a huge run trying to find a job. I don't want you getting attached to a man who's confusing and lost with his future." He wrote
"Edward that's my choice to make not yours. Not anyone else's. Mine. How could you take a decision like that with out consulting with me?" I asked
"I think we should stop. I would never want to harm you in anyway. Or hurt you for that matter. I worry about you. About yourself being. Please grasp the fact that I come with baggage." He texted
What in the name of holy is going here? So like the day I express how I feel everything changes. Oh Jesus take the wheel!
"I feel like the day I told you how I felt about you, you changed and got distant from me. I don't know why. I wish I didn't tell you how I felt." I wrote to him
"Never! Never feel weird or even scared to tell me how you feel. I love hearing your thoughts. The way you think act, walk, talk. It's different for me having these feelings for you, and a whole other story when you have these feelings for me. Bella I'm scared if we get more attached and it doesn't work." He wrote
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Fanfic"Over six years had passed since Jacob had left me, during which I had struggled through every single day unable, despite my hardest endeavors, to forget him." Bella Swan was a sophomore at Ridgewood university in New York . She's studying to be a...
