c'est nous (m.w)

come back, love (1)

- Edward's

I can still remember her laughing her ass off over some joke I told her about our few hilarious interviews. Her infectious laugh echoing all over our apartment. I can still feel the pain I felt whenever she punches me out of sheer bliss. I can still remember her sweet smile, whenever I told her something that made her blush, then she'll punch me again for being too sweet to her. I can still smell her scent all over this place.

And God, I don't want to go. I don't want to leave.

"Edward? Bist du fertig?" (Edward? Are you done?) I looked up to see Laura, her tear-stained face is a clear sign that she have not taken the news well. I nodded as I left the room and carried out some boxes.

Laura tried to smile, ease up the sadness we were building in the apartment.

"Warum ist das passiert?" (Why did this happen?) She asked in no one in particular. I sighed and looked at the living room. I forced out a smile, looking at our sofa. I can remember the times where I come home to her in deep sleep on our sofa, waiting for me to come home. I can remember the nights where we'll be watching our favorite rom-com movies, and knowing her, she'll be crying her heart out over some scenes.

Then we'll watch horror movies. I can remember when she'll hide on a pillow over some minor scenes, then I'll laugh at her for being too scared. It was ironic, since she claims to love horror movies. When in fact, she's terrified of them. It was hilarious, but then again, all the memories came down flooding on me.

"I used to cook there, Lau. Konnen Sie das glauben?" (Can you believe it?) I faked a laugh.

There was this one time I wanted to cook for her. I never cooked, not once, but I wanted to, for her. Then I burned the eggs and started our first apartment fire. After putting it off, I was about to apologize because I seemed to woke her but then I laughed because the look on her horrified face was priceless. It earned another punch on the shoulder, but then she appreciated the effort and told me to never do it again.

"Was ist das Loch in der Wand?" (What's that hole in the wall?) Laura asked.

The hole was the remembrance of our first fight as an engaged couple. I smiled at Laura and choked out a laugh. It was the most frustrating fights she and I both had. It was this one time she got so jealous at Heaven it almost cost our whole relationship. It was almost the end of us. I was so scared at the time.

She can be a bit stubborn.

"Wir hatten diesen Kampf um Heaven." (We had this fight about Heaven.) I answered while viewing the hole. There were old blood stains in it, and I can remember the time she forgot our argument and got the medicine kit from the bathroom and tend the bruises. It was like she had forgotten the whole fight when she saw the blood. I smiled. She apologized after, admitting that she got jealous over some little thing.

I remember kissing her forehead. I remember telling her that she's the one. That she shouldn't be jealous.

"Laura, Edward. Est ist Zeit zu gehen." Mom said, cutting the silence between Laura and I. Laura got the boxes from the floor, as I glanced again at the room, memorizing all the details. And as if I'm terrified of forgetting it all. But I knew I wouldn't forget it. Not one bit of her. Not one bit of us. I wouldn't dare forget.

"Mom, Laura. Kann ich einfach langer bleiben?" (Can I just stay longer?) I said in an audible whisper.

Mom and Laura both nodded, leaving me alone in the apartment.

I remember having the best time of our lives inside this apartment. I can remember our first night as a married couple. I'll leave all the naughtiness she and I both did that night, but I have remembered it all.

"Buang ako, for hurting you." I whispered.

I noticed the tears were falling on the floor. I remember having to fight too much with her on the same spot, our voices booming in and out of the apartment. Our prides were too high, not one ever backing down. We were both too immensed in fighting for what our side was. I remember having to sleep in the sofa, but then she forgave me after a few minutes. She was like that, she can't be mad for too long.

"Buang ako, for being with her that night." I sobbed, hard.

She was so mad. She found out I have gone out with Heaven and got on the same room as her. Rumors were spreading. Heaven never denied it, but believe me, I would never do that. It would never happen.

"Buang ako for defending Heaven. For saying some hurtful words to you."

I defended Heaven for some reason. That time, Heaven was scaring me that she and her father would hurt the girl I love. I was forced to defend Heaven. I did that to pull her out of harm. To make sure she's safe. But Heaven wanted more, and wanted me to pull out of our marriage, and I was too dumb to agree.

Because I thought Heaven would never touch her.

I sat down the bed and laid down, inhaling the scent of ours combined.

"Ich vermisse dich so sehr meine liebe." (I miss you so much my love.)

"Bitte komm zuruck zu mir." (Please come back to me.)

"Erinnere dich an mich, erinner dich an mich." (Remember us, remember me.)

"Ich liebe dich, uber alles." (I love you, so much.)

"Es tut mir Leid." (I'm sorry.)

I can feel something vibrating on the bed, and I knew it was the phone but I ignored it. The sheets are now stained with tears. I remember her after all our fights, and how her face are stained with tears, and how I'd kiss her cheeks and wipe the tears. How her face lights up whenever I do that. I remember.

I remember and it hurts to leave this place. It hurts to leave for something we didn't knew was coming.

"Komm zu mir zuruck." (Come back to me.)

I closed my eyes as I feel the warmth of our bed. As if she was the one hugging me.

"Bitte, Maymay..." (Please, Maymay.)

I continued to weep quietly as I noticed someone standing on the door frame.

"Twin?"

"Maymay?"