Chapter 3 Of New Beggingings
Title: New Begginings 3
Author: KatiiCullen94
Themes: love, marriage
Couplings: Edward/Bella, Jacob/Bella
Sitting in my room, staring blankly at the ceiling is not my greatest eaze of boredom, but It manages.
I wish only now that my mind were clear, that way perhaps this method could be a lot more effective. With time in the palm of my hand, what with being a vampire, all I can only do is wait.
Thats what I feel like I'm doing all year round, waiting, for the right time. Waiting for Bella. Waiting until I can lay my eyes on her precious face.
I cannot subside the unlimmited questions racing through my mind, whatever Alice means, I can not push them aside.
I would like to think that Bella is to become happy very soon, but I struggle to accept that whatever it may be if I get involved I will destroy that chance and consequently her life.
I only seek to know what that may be. I wait out the night, tossing and turning in my skin.
My curiousity and anxiety itching, causiously gnawing at my lower lip, the venom sting at my exposed flesh.
My eyes are stalking the sunrise, counting down the seconds until I can overlook Bella's life.
I dare not interfere, I only want to oversee. Just like I first met her, the tranquil she flushed over me whilst I'm observed her dreaming.
This is all. I want just look, see with my own eyes. Seeing is believing. I want to see her smile again.
To see beautiful Bella blush scarlett once more, see her chocolate eyes sparkle with joy.
Her happiness is the cure to all my suffering.
I am certain that with this last glance, I will regain to strength to never look back her way, for I shall be content with her happiness.
I just want her to be Happy, to live a fulfilling life. That's the power of my love.
The sun now greeted me respectively, glazing through the window, enflaming the entire room. It wasn't till now that I could discover the quantity of dust admist the air.
The room was a antique as I, as clouded as my soul and as musky as my deepest thoughts. The room represented the darkness of myself with Bella.
My index finger was slightly twitching on the wheel as I entered my car. Afraid of the upcoming events.
Today was unpredicatable, not something I am acustomed to.
God only knows what the future beholds.
The drive feels different then that of yesterday, despite the fact that I literally know that it is not actually different.
I can only assume it's the change in quest.
The streets are strolling with people, faces I recongize, some I don't. The faces are gleeless, as opressed as the surronded pregnant clouds.
They only make the butterflies in my abodmen race.
I parked less then two blocks away, not knowing who may be watching, besides, I would give myself away obviously.
Looking into her dining window, I recall every piece of furniture and the past memories I share with them.
My vampire eyes tell me that the room hasn't changed even to one degree, not even a lump in the carpet.
"Jacob! Stop it," I heard a giggling voice evolve from the kitchen. I've heard that voice in my head for the past few years. I could never forget the pearly voice for as long as I shall live.
That voice is like chilled silk on a humid day, like the touch of the softest blanket, the soothness of fresh skin.
My heart ached.
Feet scurred into the living room.
Then I saw her.
Title: New Begginings 3
Author: KatiiCullen94
Themes: love, marriage
Couplings: Edward/Bella, Jacob/Bella
Sitting in my room, staring blankly at the ceiling is not my greatest eaze of boredom, but It manages.
I wish only now that my mind were clear, that way perhaps this method could be a lot more effective. With time in the palm of my hand, what with being a vampire, all I can only do is wait.
Thats what I feel like I'm doing all year round, waiting, for the right time. Waiting for Bella. Waiting until I can lay my eyes on her precious face.
I cannot subside the unlimmited questions racing through my mind, whatever Alice means, I can not push them aside.
I would like to think that Bella is to become happy very soon, but I struggle to accept that whatever it may be if I get involved I will destroy that chance and consequently her life.
I only seek to know what that may be. I wait out the night, tossing and turning in my skin.
My curiousity and anxiety itching, causiously gnawing at my lower lip, the venom sting at my exposed flesh.
My eyes are stalking the sunrise, counting down the seconds until I can overlook Bella's life.
I dare not interfere, I only want to oversee. Just like I first met her, the tranquil she flushed over me whilst I'm observed her dreaming.
This is all. I want just look, see with my own eyes. Seeing is believing. I want to see her smile again.
To see beautiful Bella blush scarlett once more, see her chocolate eyes sparkle with joy.
Her happiness is the cure to all my suffering.
I am certain that with this last glance, I will regain to strength to never look back her way, for I shall be content with her happiness.
I just want her to be Happy, to live a fulfilling life. That's the power of my love.
The sun now greeted me respectively, glazing through the window, enflaming the entire room. It wasn't till now that I could discover the quantity of dust admist the air.
The room was a antique as I, as clouded as my soul and as musky as my deepest thoughts. The room represented the darkness of myself with Bella.
My index finger was slightly twitching on the wheel as I entered my car. Afraid of the upcoming events.
Today was unpredicatable, not something I am acustomed to.
God only knows what the future beholds.
The drive feels different then that of yesterday, despite the fact that I literally know that it is not actually different.
I can only assume it's the change in quest.
The streets are strolling with people, faces I recongize, some I don't. The faces are gleeless, as opressed as the surronded pregnant clouds.
They only make the butterflies in my abodmen race.
I parked less then two blocks away, not knowing who may be watching, besides, I would give myself away obviously.
Looking into her dining window, I recall every piece of furniture and the past memories I share with them.
My vampire eyes tell me that the room hasn't changed even to one degree, not even a lump in the carpet.
"Jacob! Stop it," I heard a giggling voice evolve from the kitchen. I've heard that voice in my head for the past few years. I could never forget the pearly voice for as long as I shall live.
That voice is like chilled silk on a humid day, like the touch of the softest blanket, the soothness of fresh skin.
My heart ached.
Feet scurred into the living room.
Then I saw her.
