The Edwards

Twelveth Edward.

The Edwards

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I still don't get why writing you these letters are necessary, but I think that's the interesting part of it, am I right?

Maybe I just wanted to do this for my own sake, or maybe I wanted to write you intentionally just for fun.

I don't know, at first you were just one of my dreams, and now you've come escaped from my mind- formed beautifully.

Now, it had been two days since I haven't visited, and today was the day you'll check out and teach me how to paint. I guess summer has it's perks sometimes, we won't have classes.

The last two days I had been wallowing around the city, looking for things to be inspired with. I looked at the rain, and I stared at the calm seas.

Slowly, bit by bit, I was coming to a realization that being motivated by something else is better than letting myself be inspired by my thoughts, I guess.

I sneezed for the tenth time today. Rubbing my nose, I stared at the clouds, the grass beneath me tickling my body. It must be the pollen that had me allergic.

The clouds were running around slowly, as if time moved slow for them. There was a peak of sunlight under a big cumulus cloud, and I was mesmerized by the beauty of the sky.

Before when I was a child, I used to think the clouds were formed by someone called the cotton-candy maker, and I always wanted try and eat the clouds.

But then somebody told me that if I was way up high in their level, I'd see nothing but a glimpse of air and raindrops- and that broke my dream.

Now, I'd like to think that there is a battle amongst the gods in the skies. Clouds are covering them though, and each time they miss, the clouds would deform again.

A commosion in lightning days, when their battle had become fierce. Then when one loses, it cries and the world rain's. Though I'm pretty sure it's just my thoughts.

I sighed at the breeze, whispering at me to come back to you. I opened my eyes and sat up, leaving behind a stone, and walking to my bicycle.

"The sky shall be ours.." The stone read.

When I came near the entrance of the hospital, I saw you limping out, walking with support from your family. I smiled and waved at them.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Luige, Hello Amanda, Hi Alice." I greeted them with a small smile in my lips.

"Hello dear, how you've been?" Your father said.

"Fine, thank you. And you?"

"Splendid. So, would you like to join us?"

I stuttered for a reply, fidgeting uncomfortably. I glanced at you in the corner of my eyes and telepathically asked for help.

Usually at times like these when families invite me to their house or something of that sort, I don't know what to do.

"I think she'd love to." You said with a smirk.

I took the time memorizing the way your lips bent upward, and the way your dimples showed. Then I glared at you and stuck my tongue out childishly.

"Great! Now, let's go." Said your mother as she led us to their car.

"Um, I'll just ride my bike and follow you guys." I suggested, remembering I had left my bike on the lot.

"Are you bonkers? We won't agree on that, Bella. We'll bring your bike with us, now come on, time is running." Your grandmother exclaimed.

"Okay, thank you." I said, getting my bike and walking towards the car, and they put it at the back and we went.

Your Dad was driving, and your mom at the passenger seat with Alice, and Amanda was at the back, with the two of us.

"I got the window seat." You stuck your tongue out at me in a teasing manner, and I folded my arms and stuck my lower lip.

"Whatever." I replied, rolling my eyes.

And the car ride was comfortably silent, with the radio blasting Mayday Parade's Jamie All Over Again.

You were staring out the window, raindrops filling the glass. You kept watching them race down, colliding with each other, falling.

I stared at you for a while, biting my lips. How is it that even with the nape of your neck, you manage to make my heart flutter.

Taking my time staring at you, I noticed small things. There are constellations of black in your small ear, sworn to be seen in secrecy.

The back of your neck has a small scar, diagonally shaped. Your shoulders are broad, and your hair was brown with a hint of gold.

I always wondered what would happen if my eyes collides with you, because right now, I'm at the loss for words. Is this how it felt to be attracted to someone?

You met my eyes and it fleeted towards my lips for a second, then your cheeks tinged pink and you looked away, so did I.

We were like fools, young but utterably crazed

The clouds bustled with raindrops, and I guess this time, Zeus had won to Eros. Because as the lightning roared, it screamed victory for the former.

The car rumbled under us, and I kept my gaze fixated on your hand, that had clearly been removed from the dextrose. I was glad we survived, and I'm glad we crashed.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Belle Jasse?" You whispered slowly into my right ear, your breathing could be heard.

"Like what?" I blushed after being caught with jazz hands.

"Like I'm one of the most greatest things you'll ever see in this world. As if I'm a full moon on a starless night. As if you're looking at a piece of gold hidden in dust."

"It's because you are."

"...You're beautiful, Belle Jasse."

"You're handsome too, Ed."

"No, you're beautiful." You declared with finality, your eyes losing in mine. I saw all the sincerety swimming in those dark iris of yours, and I love'd every single speck of it.

Please don't tell me

That I'm dreaming

You know that all I wanted was to dream another sunset with you

The music filled the car loudly, and I was glad that it hid our whispers with it's beautiful rock melody.

I smiled and looked away, seeing your grandmother asleep beside me. It seemed like everyone was asleep except your dad and us.

The sky was dark grey, darker than white. By now, the rain was roaring more than ever and it was a melodious pit-pat to hear.

When we reached your house and got out, it was night time already, and the rain began to pour slowly by then.

When I got out of the car, water greeted my skin and so did the scent of rain that made magic cross around our pathways.

"So, make yourself at home, Bella." Mr. Luige said with a happy smile, carrying a sleeping Alice in his arms.

"Thank you." I replied, looking around the house. I sighed and sat cautiously at the sofa while your mother worked in the kitchen, while your dad was caring for a sleepy Alice, and while your grandmother took care of you.

Before I used to not care for anything. It wasn't because I didn't bother, it was because caring means being attached and it tires you out.

But I guess we all have to care for something special to us, do we?

"Dinner is ready!" Your mother shouted through the dining room, and you came down the stairs and came to me and took my hand, then led me into your table.

Number twelve, the one who made me care for him. The Edward who was sickly, and happy at the same time. He made me feel special, and he was the good of the bad of the good.

And lastly, he was the one who played his sly tricks on the innocent fragile heart I had, and he shamelessly played with it's strings with joy.