𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 ― 𝐞. 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝐗𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉
ミ★ ( bewitched, act four ) ★彡

     Before the night was well and truly over, Lilith threw the bouquet. She grinned cheekily as she threw it towards Bella and turned to wink at the girl when the brunette caught it. Everyone was beginning to say their goodbyes to the bride and groom as they were going to head off to their honeymoon right after.

     The pack had all said their goodbyes and Lilith looked over as she saw Paul standing a bit behind them by himself. Lilith walked over towards him, "You okay?" She asked him.

     The wolf quickly turned his head and wiped the tear and sniffled his nose, "Yeah, I'm fine." He answered her.

     "What's wrong?" Lilith persisted. She had definitely seen him wipe the tears away and he should know better than to try and hide something from her.

     "I guess I'm gonna miss seeing you like this." Paul admitted and Lilith's eyebrows furrowed at him, "When you come back, you're not gonna be the same." Paul figured that once Lilith returned from her so called honeymoon that she would be a vampire, and that they wouldn't get to see each other as much since they would have to be mortal enemies. He was definitely going to miss being able to see her so freely and be able to have a friendship like that with her. He would still try to make it work when she did become a vampire considering he loved her like a sister, it was just going to be hard to see her so differently.

     "I'll still be me when I get back, Paul." Lilith told him, "I'll still be me for a while after I get back, actually." It was Paul's turn to look confused and Lilith shrugged, "We pushed back the date for them to change me until a little while after we got back—I didn't exactly want to spend my honeymoon writhing in pain."

     She could remember the pain from the first time she was bitten, and how long it felt it was taking when it was only a few minutes, and she felt like it would've been a bit of a bummer to have happen while they were supposed to be spending that time celebrating being a married couple.

     "Oh." Paul mumbled. He then made a disgusted face, "So you're gonna be more focused on that stuff?" He asked her, making a hole with one hand using his thumb and pointer finger and then using his other pointer finger to poke inside the hole.

     Lilith slapped his hands down, "Don't be gross." She scolded him, "And possibly—not that it's any of your business."

     Paul held his hands up, "Never mind, stop. I don't wanna know anymore!" He really didn't want to think anymore about the girl he viewed as a little sister doing those sorts of things. However, he was slightly concerned that it would kill her because of Edward's kind. But he had to stay out of it because she made her own decisions and she would be able to stop it if it got too bad or she didn't want to go ahead with it anymore.