Third Life➳Rosalie Hale (Twilight AU)

Untitled Part 8

December 31st /January 1st, 1933

A rich assortment of business associates and co-workers gathered sharing drinks. Released to do as she will after being cantered around like a stage poney. Heels clicking down the dark patterned tile ballroom. Dodging passersbys that gawked at her she wore a dark gown that draped to the floor but hung on her curves. Her shoulder remained bare and she wore long dark gloves that reached her elbows.

Her hair hung down in beautiful golden waves. A jewel-encrusted brooch sat at the center of her chest just about her collar bones. Rosalie knew she was beautiful but now something that once gave her joy proved to be an annoyance. Rosalie slipped out of the bright party her parents held at their mansion on new years.

Walking up the staircase she looked around making sure no one followed. Before slipping into her father's office to the phone next to the door on her father's desk. Dialing Eliza's number praying she would answer. If anything she wanted to hear the sound of her voice, Even if she hated Rosalie or cursed her.

"Hello, Walsh residence!" A man's voice answered, twirling the phone cord around her finger. "Yes hello, it's Rosalie Hale I'd like to speak with Eliza?" A few minutes went by and Rosalie could overhear muffled speaking. "Rosalie?" Eliza answered, unable to believe Rosalie was calling her. "Yes, its me would you like to meet up somewhere private to talk?"

"No, no problem at all anywhere in particular?" Eliza asked in an attempt to hide her eagerness. "The park where you confessed." A frog wound inside Eliza's throat. "Rosalie..."

"Please." Hanging up the phone Rosalie left to. Eliza held the black phone in her hand freezing her muscles. God, above she wanted to fall apart but couldn't say anything. Peering out of the paned window Eliza watched the frost icing the windows like scattered spider webs. Hanging up the phone Eliza left her father's office. Getting ready to leave it was the middle of the night in snowy december.

A shiver danced up Eliza's spine at the thought of stepping out into the nights chill. Leafing through her closet she chose two heavy jackets, a small wool crepe design and a larger Sheep and Moleskin Wombo collared heavy jacket. Slipping on her mittens Eliza headed out the door, If this was her last chance to see Rosalie shed take it.

Rosalie sat on a park bench, her black evening gown speckled in snow. This was the only way she could slip out, she held her shoulders teeth chattering. If she grabbed a coat while slipping out people would get suspicious. There were just to many eyes that night and she needed to see Eliza.

Gliding down the pathway the orange glow from the lamps lit up her hatted silhouette. Puffs of breath billow from her breath Eliza spotted a dark figure exposed to the elements "Rosalie!?" Rushing over Eliza started slipping off her overcoat.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell Rosalie!? Are you loon, it's freezing!!!" Settling her coat over Rosalie making sure she slipped her arms into the sleeves. Eliza sat next to Rosalie attempting to warm her up. Quivering Rosalie sighed at the warmth that burnt chilled skin. Grabbing her silk laden hands Eliza aggressively rubbed them with her own. Bringing them to her mouth she breathed warm breath on them. Rosalie watched her with rounded eyes and she wanted to say something. At this point her skin stung and Rosalie was just glad Eliza was there. She could see how much actually cared about her, the knife twisting in her heart.

Boiling tears sparked from her frost nipped cheeks, swaddling Rosalie Eliza held her in her warm embrace protectively. "Rosalie why on earth did you come out here in such a state of underdress?" She whispered Rosalie shook her head "Slipped out before I could be noticed, I wanted to see you and apologies."

"Apologies...? Whatever for?" Eliza raised her brow Rosalie swallowed trying to speak. "Breaking up with you, ignoring you for a whole month. I-i i was an idiot okay! What we have between us frightened me beyond belief! What would my parents think! What would everyone think if we were found out!? I feel so disgusted with everything, and myself I was a fool to think I could shut my feelings off. Forcing myself to love someone who only wants my body. I visited Vera at the beginning of the month, and saw how her husband treated her. I couldn't help but think about you. Every heated look they shared the intensity of every kiss like it could be the last. When they smiled at each other the way he made her laugh. I realized I already had what I wanted, raw genuine. Even if i couldn't have children or it was nonsensical and did not match the expectations set up for myself." Rosalie choked out Eliza caressed Rosalie's head ruminating on her words before speaking.

"Sure, I felt humiliated walking home soaked and covered in mud. My parents were aghast as I came inside and silently went to my room. I couldn't speak one word about what happened. It hurt Rosalie, what you did to me but the thought of losing you was worse." Eliza held Rosalie's face peering unblinkingly in watery violet eyes.

"At first I didn't want to forgive you, I've never let another soul as close to me as I did you. I may act brave and confident but it's a facade I don't trust anyone. How could I when I have these thoughts running through my mind? Knowing the attraction I felt for the mind rather than the body. My family would sooner send me to a mental hospital, but that's exactly why I forgave you. I learned to never have expectations, I knew what I was getting myself into by loving you." Huddled together there cold noses touching.

They sat silently in the park listening to the celebration and music coming from all directions. Their warm breath floating above in the cold air. Pulling back her sleeve Eliza checked the time 11:59 pm. Pink green and crystalline white fireworks exploded in the night sky. "Happy New Year Rosalie." Nerves flared in excitement Eliza brushed Rosalie's cheek pressing a feather-light kiss to her lips. Closing their eyes they held each other in place.

Out in the distance stood in a shadow stood a man holding a bouquet of flowers. His shoulders lifted and a perturbed grimace tucked under his fedora hat.