Post by vampirexfairy3 on Dec 27, 2007 19:18:25 GMT -5
This is about Rosalie and Emmett's relationship........In Emmett POV. Enjoy!
She was always graceful and alluring. Sure, she had a slight temper. But I balance her out. We're like opposites! She's all beauty and fire, and I'm handsome and more laid back. The way her silky, pale hands would touch my face. It seemed odd to be with someone so beautiful. But than again, she always said the same thing about me.
And I remember last night. When she came into my room, tears were the only imperfection on her perfect face.
"What is it?" I asked, startled. I had never seen any emotion other than anger or passion from her. And nothing that deep.
She wiped her eyes, thick, black, mascara smeared her flawless skin.
"I can't take it, Em. I hate this!" She shock as she spoke.
Gently, I pulled her onto the soft, mattress. Looking into her eyes, I asked, "Rose, what do you hate?" I pushed back a layer of her perfectly smooth, blonde hair. "Not me, I hope." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled at me, weakly, and leaned against my chest.
"No. I love you. You know that." She wiped her eyes again, and cuddled into my lap. She looked so vulnerable, like a little kid afraid of the dark. She looked into my eyes, as she spoke softly. "I hate being dead. I can't do anything. And I won't go anywhere. I don't get the point. What am I living for if I'm not even living?"
She breathed heavily. I pulled her into a hug. "Shh, shh. It's ok. Rosie, it's all gonna be ok. Don't....Please don't be sad."
She smiled, looking up at me, as I held her and rocked her. It was strange, to see Rosalie show emotion. She always seemed so strong and put together. But it was a comfort to see this side of her.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, holding her hand, as she laid her head on my chest. "What can I do to make you feel better?"
Rosalie closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
"Stay with me." She said, quietly. "Stay with me tonight. I'm going to sleep. But don't leave me. Please?"
I smiled, picked her up, and placed her on the bed, pulling the sheets over her, tucking her in to bed.
"Good night." I smiled, kissing her.
She looked into my eyes, and when we pulled away, she spoke.
"Emmett?"
"Yeah?" I said, laying beside her.
"I love you."
<3
*Please comment if you've read. Anything, critical comments, ideas, parts you liked, suggestions, a story you'd like me to write for you. Anything! Thanks*
She was always graceful and alluring. Sure, she had a slight temper. But I balance her out. We're like opposites! She's all beauty and fire, and I'm handsome and more laid back. The way her silky, pale hands would touch my face. It seemed odd to be with someone so beautiful. But than again, she always said the same thing about me.
And I remember last night. When she came into my room, tears were the only imperfection on her perfect face.
"What is it?" I asked, startled. I had never seen any emotion other than anger or passion from her. And nothing that deep.
She wiped her eyes, thick, black, mascara smeared her flawless skin.
"I can't take it, Em. I hate this!" She shock as she spoke.
Gently, I pulled her onto the soft, mattress. Looking into her eyes, I asked, "Rose, what do you hate?" I pushed back a layer of her perfectly smooth, blonde hair. "Not me, I hope." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled at me, weakly, and leaned against my chest.
"No. I love you. You know that." She wiped her eyes again, and cuddled into my lap. She looked so vulnerable, like a little kid afraid of the dark. She looked into my eyes, as she spoke softly. "I hate being dead. I can't do anything. And I won't go anywhere. I don't get the point. What am I living for if I'm not even living?"
She breathed heavily. I pulled her into a hug. "Shh, shh. It's ok. Rosie, it's all gonna be ok. Don't....Please don't be sad."
She smiled, looking up at me, as I held her and rocked her. It was strange, to see Rosalie show emotion. She always seemed so strong and put together. But it was a comfort to see this side of her.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, holding her hand, as she laid her head on my chest. "What can I do to make you feel better?"
Rosalie closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
"Stay with me." She said, quietly. "Stay with me tonight. I'm going to sleep. But don't leave me. Please?"
I smiled, picked her up, and placed her on the bed, pulling the sheets over her, tucking her in to bed.
"Good night." I smiled, kissing her.
She looked into my eyes, and when we pulled away, she spoke.
"Emmett?"
"Yeah?" I said, laying beside her.
"I love you."
<3
*Please comment if you've read. Anything, critical comments, ideas, parts you liked, suggestions, a story you'd like me to write for you. Anything! Thanks*