"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭"
"𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
When Edward leaves to keep Heather safe from his supernatural world, she ends up falling fur...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
"Heaven."
His arms wrap around me, and his body remains still as he takes in the warmth of my skin, the smell from my neck, and the softness of my hair. "Pure, sweet heaven."
"No, this is still life," I whisper, moving out of his grasp to sit up and gaze down at his face. "I'm alive, we're alive. Look at me, I'm still here."
The amber eyes anxiously open, the fear that I'll disappear leaves him, and the illusion of death fades as they look into mine. "We're alive."
"Heather, oh my god." He pulls my back into his arms, my worries leaving as I melt into him, into his embrace as he buries his nose into my hair, his mouth trailing down my jaw until I move my mouth and find his long missed lips.
Against my better judgement, I can't find myself to be angry with him. Six months of hatred and this is how I react. All I can find myself doing, is wanting him, the touch he provides. The feeling of hell disguised as heaven.
