Decision times -- Thursday, 14th Morning

[themidnightson]

When he decides,


It's stunning in its simplicity.
And overpowering in it's magnitude.









He knows he should have done this long ago, and why he didn't, but there's almost no feeling to the words at all, an hour later, when he finally says them. Standing only a foot inside his house, the door just having latched itself by centrifical force, saying with full awareness they'll all hear him.

"We're leaving Forks."

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[ofthefamily]

He has to speak first. It's expected.

"Edward. It's."

Failing.

"We don't have to do this now."

[jealous-rose.livejournal.com]

Rosalie's going to stay out of it for now. It's her only defense for not exploding at him. But she can't supress a quiet scoff.

Of course. After all of that... everything...

Just... of course.

[sheisourheart]

There are flowers in her hands, where she's arranging a bouquet in the kitchen. Small disasters happened. Life went on. To say it was new would have been cheapening several past situations.

She's glad the vase isn't in her hands. Even if she wouldn't break it.
Alice and Jasper are already gone. And Edward, "You can't be serious."

Her voice was a combination of concerned question and gentle but pointed rebuff as she instantly changed rooms. Two irises still in her fingers, not anymore relieved for the sight of her son on the landing.

[themidnightson]

He might look seventeen.
Irresolutely and eternally golden.
But there's nothing seventeen about his tone.


"I'm not asking. We're leaving Forks."

Especially his last word. "Today."