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— emmett cullen x reader
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— two (2)
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❝ Alice, what are you doing here? ❞
Silence filled not just over the both of you but even the coffee shop you two are in. Your hands held the milkshake you ordered just minutes ago and by then were you craving for it, now you have lost your appetite to even take a sip or take a bite of the waffle you ordered along with it.
❝ Hi. . [ name ], I missed you.❞ Alice replied shyly, she looked away from your intense gaze as she heaved out a sigh. Already knowing that this would happened,
Relaxing, you replied. ❝ I missed you too, Alice. But how did you find me here? Here in Asmara? I only told Emm—. . I only told Bella that I'm off to England. ❞
❝ Someone told me, and this is a great place to settle. Asmara of Eritrea, are the people here treating you well, [ name ]? ❞ She asked, her golden eyes were connected with yours. Expectant for an answer though you tilted your head, already knowing that she didn't come here just to ask for your wellbeing.
Sighing out, you frowned. ❝ Cut the chase, Alice. What are you doing here? ❞
The same silence you two indulged earlier came back, this time it was uncomfortable. The temperature outside is pretty humid, and it feels like it's getting hot too in spite of the AC. You leaned on the stool you sat on, waiting for an answer that should satisfy your ever overthinking mind.
❝ He's not doing so well. ❞
Mentally grimacing, you shifted in your seat. Totally uncomfortable with the topic at hand, you sighed out as you nodded. Trying to search for some sort of reply to her matter, after all you have no hold to Emmett anymore. You broke things off with him, nothing is there to fix his ill–feelings.
❝ That's not my problem, Alice. Throw that to Rosalie and she'll probably fetch and fix him, yes? I still have work to do and I got no time for this. Thank you for visiting, Alice— It's wonderful to have you here in Asmara. ❞ You stood up, grabbing your milkshake with you as you tried to make your way to the door.
❝ He needs you, [ name ]. Please, he's never been like this before. ❞
Stopping in your tracks, you glanced beside you just to see a sitting yet teary–eyed Alice. Even she looked lost amidst the battle she should not be involved with but only you and Emmett. Sighing out, you placed your hand on her shoulder— staring at the distance.
❝ Truth be told? Somedays, I wonder if he's missing me. . But somedays, I wonder why. . Why I'm still wondering. ❞ With that, you put your hands to your side and made your exit.
❝ Would it hurt if I say. . I loved a Cullen once? ❞
Your eyes snapped from the garden of your lawn then to your mother who is calmly sitting on one of the expensive couches you swore your mother had bought. Eyebrows furrowed, you looked at her in disbelief. ❝ What? ❞
She looked back at you with a grim smile, ❝ They're amazing looking, aren't they— sweetie? ❞
Choking an agreement, you looked away and stared at what was ahead of you. Disbelief pressing at every side of your brain as you try to process your mother's sudden news, it felt like a brick just toppled right on your head and now you're way too numb to even ask for her to continue talking and share what happened.
❝ His blonde hair, golden eyes and innocent smile. There was no questioning why I fell in love with him, his voice was laced with honey– the sweetest thing you'll ever hear. Every morning when I wake up and find him looking at me, I felt like I was surreal. I felt like I was a goddess. ❞ Your mother blurted, not bothering to smile too much when she said so. It was as if it's just a distant memory to replay on her mind— not one drip of such romantic feeling was for him. It was obviously reserved for who she loves now.
You started to think of who among them did she love, there are at least two blonde men in the Cullen Family if we do include the foster children. Jasper and Carlisle, you thought, but then Jasper would have been a teenager or even a kid when Carlisle fell in love with your mother— so you chose for the latter. Though completely void of the idea who they really were.
❝ Carlisle. ❞ You stated, looking at your mother's way to see her shoulders tense yet she smiled. She smiled as if she remembered an old friend,
She nodded, ❝ He was an amazing student in the University, intelligence that can never be surpassed. It was a no–wonder as to why he graduated with Summa Cum Laude and Valedictory, it was something I, am even proud of. Afterall I was his girlfriend, whatever that makes him happy– makes me happy. ❞
❝ But what happened? ❞ You asked, eyeing her curiously.
❝ That's the thing, [ name ], honey. Because I don't know what happened. ❞ She said, this made you more confused. She stood up from the couch and went for the balcony stairs, you followed suit as the two of you bonded over such melancholic story of yesterday. Well, that is her yesterday. But you were pretty sure that the topic in hand will connect with the Cullen you are currently not in favor of seeing anytime soon.
Exhaling the cold air, you questioned. ❝ What do you mean, you don't know? ❞
Your mother sat on the thick rim of your garden's fountain, in the center of it was the statue of the goddess– Aphrodite. And then below her, who was fashioned with a bow was the god– Eros. The two clearly signified ❛ love ❜ and from the talk that your mother and you will be having— you already know that it's going to be deeper than what love is.
❝ One day, he came at my house crying. Saying he will never forget me, and that he cherished me for I was the only one who was there for him when he was nothing. And he said that whatever happened between the two of us, was something not to be kept— but to be told.
He wasn't prideful, but he was sure that his heart swells with pride whenever he mentions our relatinship to another. He knew we were close to perfect, sure there were those close calls that I almost broke it off with him but nevertheless, we were like Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. But when the last tear fell from his eyes, he kissed me one last time before he fled. Off to somewhere, I never know where. ❞
Inhaling a sharp breath, you looked at your mother. ❝ Did you know why he broke things off with you? ❞
❝ They said he found someone, her name is Esmé. She looks amazing, she lack flaws if you look at her from a distance. She was too pretty, they look so great– But I had to move on then, maybe it was just a silly relationship afterall. ❞ She heaved out, as if the weight of the world was once on her shoulders and then was suddenly lifted. You clenched your jaw, maybe the Cullens weren't sweethearts withal.
❝ They're a plethora of douche bags, I'm glad we're not with any of them now– mom.❞ You stated, trying to clear the air of suffering as you smiled bitterly. Memories of him flashed right in your mind like a movie, it was too hard not to get your eyes wet. Oh how you wanted things to end in a good way, maybe this is just the start of a new journey.
From your peripheral, you can see her head turn your way. ❝ Do you still love him, [ name ]? ❞
Snapping your gaze to your mother, you had a horrified look on your face. Though with the pain that's coming from your eyes, she already had her answer as you deliberated. ❝ Mom? Why are you questioning me this? ❞
❝ Do you? ❞
Taking a breath, you bit your lip. Do you still like him? Is it really worth it if you still do? He's not worth anything if he's done so much trouble, one trouble that had led you to decide that he's a complete jerk. An asshole, to start with. But that's just one decision, one judgment that doesn't even answer if you still like him.
❝ It hurts mom, it still does. ❞ You choked out, shutting your eyes in hopes of letting the tears go back to where it should belong. But of course it's supposed to betray you as you're suddenly sobbing, seconds later you felt the reassuring hug of your mother– making you cry more. And probably more of a mess.
Hushing you, she placed a kiss on your forehead. ❝ Honey, I know life's unfair. It always will be, if someone says that it isn't then they must be really lucky– huh? Life seem to frown upon us the most though, they never really want us to be with the Cullens. . ❞
You could only croak out a sob, not minding how the mascara you might have put on earlier might be streaming now along with the tears that left your eyes. It doesn't matter anymore now does it? You're a mess, but so did the man you loved. Alice wouldn't have came over from Forks to Asmara if he wasn't suffering that bad. Alice knew things would go downhill if you aren't there for him.
Alice knew, because she can see it, right in the future.
Your mother smiled, ❝ Take a chance, [ name ]. Because maybe this time then, life will smile. ❞
❝ Holy– ❞
❝ Hi. . ❞
❝ I think my wife's going to freak out. . ❞
Not just seconds after he said that, a call from a woman whom you absolutely care and love came from the second floor of the house. And suddenly her footsteps came as you could only study her movements as she descended on their grand stairs. A what supposed to be a cry of an infant cut through the thin air, making that man in front of you frown.
❝ Take care of Reneesmé, love. And who's on the. . [ name ]? ❞
❝ Hi Bella . . ❞
❝ Holy–! It is you! ❞ In no less than five seconds she already threw herself onto your petite figure, Edward could only laugh as he disappeared and was pretty sure off to take care of Reneesmé. The woman who was hugging you though, was a disaster, as she started crying and holding onto you for dear life.
She broke the hug, ❝ When I received your message, I had to eat tubs after tubs of ice cream! I was totally upset not to be able to say my good bye and now you're here! Yet. . Yet you're so thin and. . Are you alright, [ name ]? ❞
❝ C–Congratulations on having a baby girl, I wish I was there. . You look so, new though. I mean your eyes. . They're as the same colors as Edward's. . ❞ You drifted, looking at her intently, she looked more nutritious than before. Though she's still as thin but it's like, she finally drank enough nutritious drinks to be glowing. And though your comment was meant to avoid her question, you were fascinated enough that you're looking at her for answers with her new look.
She shook her head, ❝ You didn't answer my question, [ name ]. What's going on? ❞
You hesitated, sighing out as you look around their home. ❝ Is Emmett. . Is Emmett okay? ❞
❝ Honey, you're in a long ride today. ❞ Bella replied, biting her lip as she invited her in.
For the next few hours, Bella inserted every topic that must be needed to fill every question you had in mind. These of which varies from; where is he now? Or is he okay? Of course after Edward made sure that Reneesmé was fine, he came back and sat beside Bella only to fill in more information of what you needed to know and how Emmett has been.
❝ He's a mess, since the moment you broke things off with him. ❞ Bella said, a grim expression on her face. Edward was quick to stand to get a beverage, as if he had hinted that you were suddenly craving for one. You could only look at her with mixed emotions.
Grimacing, you replied. ❝ Ho–How? ❞
Bella looked at you with such intensity you felt like falling off of the couch, ❝ He called a lawyer and set up a restraining order against Rosalie, and when that wasn't enough– he was starting to get hazardous temper it was scaring us. Jasper might have knocked some sense to him though that only made him leave and buy his own house so he could throw his tantrum to where he lives by himself and with no one stopping him. ❞
❝ Bella. . Why does it feels like there is still something I need to know? ❞ You asked, biting onto your bottom lip when she started fidgeting on her seat. You could only wait for her and hope that she'll get comfortable by the way she's seated. Your eyes full of confusion and wonder as to what will fall from her lips next.
Soon Edward came with a Mango Juice on hand, saying your thanks as he placed it in the coffee table for you as you sipped on the drink you've been precisely craving for. ❝ Uhm. . Bella? ❞
❝ Right! The Question. . ❞ She drifted, not really ready to spill the beans.
She looked at Edward momentarily who seem to get the question you were asking. ❝ He's been fasting, [ name ]. He would eat but not really enough, and if he would— it would take him at least two or three months before he eats again. There are things that I can't explain to you but rather would want him to explain instead, I have no place to say things but if I can tell you— it's literally eating him alive if he doesn't eat at all. ❞
Standing up, you pleaded. ❝ What does that even. . ? Alright, I can't do this anymore I have to see him, Bella. Please you have to tell me where he lives, I have to see him— I need to see him. ❞
Everything seem to be a blur to you, after when Bella nodded and told her that she'd be staying to watch over Reneesmé— Edward was already in front of their porch with his black jeep. Your heart beat was faster than it had ever been, you were silently praying in hopes of stopping yourself from further hyperventilation and that might be the worst that could happen all day.
Through the pathways Edward has taken, you realized that silence were eating you and yet Edward could heard the words that's building on your mind— he'd rather want to stay silent knowing how conflicted you are right now and he'd rather focus driving than anything.
You were too busy being nervous when you felt the car screech to halt and suddenly your atop of the hill, how was there a driveway here— no idea. But it sure looked like it's isolated from everything else, nothing screamed much louder right now than nature, nature, and nature!
You looked at Edward when he took a sharp breath, ❝ If you will continue walking ahead as you'd follow those rocky paths, you'll get to his house. ❞
❝ Thank you Ed, I'll see you guys soon. ❞ You replied, nodding when you understood his directions. He could only give you a reassuring smile as you opened the door and leapt off. Following the rocky trail ahead, you felt the last bit of light from the headlights of Edward's jeep. Making itself known that you have gone far and so you'd have to walk further.
With your cellphone's flashlight, you could only hope that nothing lurks behind the shadows that the tall trees beside you. You were suddenly feeling claustrophobic with the feeling of trees compressing but suddenly your mind drifted from fear to the house that was in front of you.
It was only a one–story house, though it was by the cliff of the hill— three walls were cemented but you can tell that the fourth wall which was facing the never endless and yet amazing view of the bottom and the mountains was glass. Struggling to contain confidence, you almost took a step back when you heard a groan.
Your head snapped back from the view then towards the sound, you were sure it wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was as if the man behind the doors or yet inside the house was in pain, you heard strings of curses that followed with another grunt. Panicking, you found yourself walking over to the house's porch as you knocked like a mad–man.
❝ Alice, if that is you then I suggest you leave me the fuck alone! ❞ The man roared, the familiar voice made every bit of hair on your skin to stand. Rendering you speechless as you stumble back a few steps, still completely scared of the words that might leave your lips.
Too tired to knock and tears willing to drop, you asked. ❝ Emmett? ❞
Silence was filled not just where you currently are which is outside but also in his home, just earlier he was grunting and cursing and probably stepping over the broken glass he broke a few moments ago— but now it was just quiet. As if peace had finally settled into his home of havoc, as if peace finally arrived.
Eyes slightly wide and lips apart, you opt to knock again but when you raised your closed fists to do so— the front door was roughly opened, the air that entered in between made your hair sway as you could only gasp at the broken man in front of you.
❝ [ name ]? ❞
Tears blurred your vision, he hadn't mean to say your words with so much pain, had he? He was hurt, by the way that his eyes were no longer their soft striking blue. By the way that his skin was not his trademark of a snowy–white but it was scattered with blood and mud, and his smell which hinted of freshly smoked cigarettes with that unpleasant smell of alcohol.
And just when you are about to reach out to touch him, he was gone.
You didn't need to count the minutes that passed since you came face to face with the man who you could announce as your ex–boyfriend all you want but the feelings are still there. Pure, fresh, and a bitch. Who could possibly know that it would feel like so? If you knew it would feel like hell, you wouldn't have entered a relationship in the first place.
Your eyes were drooping and head was hung low, you're sat on Emmett's front porch which
was also filthy, yet you didn't mind. You'll wait outside for how many hours that he'd like, people might have said that you have suffered enough but throughout the years— you managed to get rid of the thought of him and smiled. Throughout the years you actually managed to work right, but when the topic was back again were you vulnerable.
But throughout those years where you had find a tad bit of happiness? Emmett never felt anything at all. He felt nothing, he felt no happines— he felt no peace.
Though you could never bring yourself to feel guilty, what had happened back at your house years ago was a mistake. He had said it already yet it still hurt you up until now that he had agreed, but then again, if he actually liked her and used you— he wouldn't be filing a restraining order against Rosalie, he wouldn't be such a mess if he didn't like you.
But for goodness sake, he does.
Sighing out, you placed your hidden face back to your folded knees and almost shrieked. Right in front of you was Emmett, the man you have been thinking of for days and he was just right there. Crouched down yet so far away from you, looking at you intently as if you were his juicy prey.
❝ I am not hallucinating again. . Am I? ❞
The question tore your heart to yet another set of hundred pieces, the thought that not only once had he hallucinated of you but maybe twice made you wince and your heartstrings to separate. Thought not really to that extent but you felt like so, he looked like he wanted to cry seeing you in a form so realistic.
He could never be so sure if he's far from you.
Slowly he stood up from his position, making his way over you as you did the same seconds after. Letting him study you freely as you knew he may have missed your figure, he was still hesitant though— as if he would go to another wave of havoc if he tries to touch you yet you weren't really there.
When he was only a foot away from you, he reached out and had his point finger pointing at where you heart is. You looked at him in vain, seeing his hair had grown over the years and his beard did too. Like how John Wick looks like yet his appearance are far worse.
Once his finger had touched your chest, he took a sharp breath. His eyes widening as he looked from where he touched you and back to your eyes. He was shocked at what is happening yet he had no idea what to say, what to respond. ❝ It really is. . You. ❞
Heaving out a sigh, you took his hand as you welcomed yourself in his house. Studying and looking around, you gestured to what looked like a room and eyed him. He already got the message to which he left so he could take a long shower. You looked around once more and realized that the living room would've looked better if it wasn't a mess.
All throughout you were happy that Emmett took awhile in the shower, it had only made you realize he's cleaning himself thorough as you did clean his living room. It was only a matter of time until you turned the lights off in the living room and indulged yourself on the sofa that had the view of the mountains and the trees below. It was fantastic.
Suddenly you felt another presence joining you in the couch, ❝ It's been a few years. ❞
You looked back at him, studying his clean face yet his beard and his long hair remained. His eyes were casted below, thoughts disheveled just as yours. You looked back at the scenery once more then back to him only to realize his eyes were already on you.
❝ It has been, ❞ You agreed.
Slowly, tears formed in his eyes as you could only feel the same sad feeling. His hand was clutching the couch for dear life, and yet you may be afraid of what he's capable to do— you're more horified knowing his capability of throwing the couch in one hand can happen. And so, you did the only thing you could do for now— and placed your small hand on top of his gripping one.
He lost his power to it, immediately looking down at you supported hand. Looking back at yours, a tear from his eye left rebelliously. Making you wince, ❝ Why are you doing this to yourself, Emmett? ❞
He bit his lip, looking back at the scenery before him. ❝ I have to, [ name ]. It's the least that I can do to. . To forget you if you really wouldn't return. I have forced myself to believe I'm better on my own, but when you left I never felt so reliable to someone— if I had to distract myself by this. . By this temper, I'd be glad to do so and destroy everything. . Anything for as long as it doesn't remind me of your eyes again. Of your hair, your lips or your scent.
I'll do anything because without you it makes me mad, the least that's making me sane is if I had to distract myself. I can't stand the hallucinations, I can't stand the dreams of you with me when it's all just false hopes. What happened with Rosalie was a mistake, it was a disaster that took everything away from me. A disaster that took away the people I love,
Maybe it was me who made you go away, it was me who turned my back on my family. But this hurts so bad, [ name ]. I wouldn't have talked with Rosalie if it happened, I regret it every morning that when the sun rises, and every night when the moon frowns. Majority of the time, I just wallow myself in self–pity. My sanity is lying on a thin thread, and I don't know what you did to me that now I'm like this— now I'm. . I feel like mental. ❞
He cringed when he said the last word, looking back at you, he grimaced when he noticed the tears that are already falling from your eyes. ❝ What have you done to me, [ name ]? It feels like I can't get enough of anything if you aren't with me. . ❞
❝ Is that. . Too selfish of me to ask? ❞
Silence filled the two of you again though this time, the hand you have placed on top of his are already entangled on his own in a way that you have only looped your fingers through the spaces in between the back of his palm. With your thumb, you made circles on his skin.
❝ I love you so much but . . you make me so sad. . ❞ You drifted, the free–falling tears had enough of it's own when Emmett was suddenly in front of you on his knees. Kissing the tears away as if he just demanded them to stop, not ask, but demanded. Once was a frown etched on the side of your lips yet it turned upside down to what he had thought of doing.
Sobs soon turned into giggles as he continued to peck your face with kisses, when he peck your nose— the both of you were already staring at each others' lips. Though Emmett knew better, he knew how to wait this time. ❝ Too soon, I'll flow with your own relationship accord. ❞
A smile etched on your face when you nodded, completely set in bliss when he stood up from kneeling in between your legs and went over next to you to sit down. Encircling his hands on your waist, he pulled you on his lap as you shrieked and giggled.
For the rest of the night as the stars twinkled, he made sure to let you know that you meant something more to him. Asides from letting you know of who he really is, he was bound to know if you would love him still in spite of his old age— in spite of his flaws. There was no denying that he had committed mistakes, but so did you. Not that it would match how much heavier his though, but why would you go back to the page that grieves you the most when you can start a new chapter in hopes of being better?
And as the moon rested with a smile in it's face, it slept once it dawned on the west and a new chapter for the day break came in the east, with satisfaction blaring on it's heat.