March 22th, 2005
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themidnightson[OOM: Two days after this & this. The same day as this, just a little while after this.
Slotting in a few days before this, as well. Because Alice is magical.]
Going home is hard.
On the one hand, it is hard to leave Bella, sleeping in her bed, fretting with sudden, deeply asleep, plaintive panic, each time he so much as took his hand away. On the other, when he couldn't allow himself the excuse any longer, the tearing reminder, turning toward home is just as hard, too.
Edward slipped into the house quietly through the window to his room. The timer in his head a metronome against granite, ticking every irritable, ragged second she's out of his sight. He already knew where everyone was miles ago, and he can tell the moment their attentions shift toward his direction at the sound of the friction on the wall. The click of the window. The sound of steps in his room.
But still, he needs a new set of clothes to return to school tomorrow.
Slotting in a few days before this, as well. Because Alice is magical.]
Going home is hard.
On the one hand, it is hard to leave Bella, sleeping in her bed, fretting with sudden, deeply asleep, plaintive panic, each time he so much as took his hand away. On the other, when he couldn't allow himself the excuse any longer, the tearing reminder, turning toward home is just as hard, too.
Edward slipped into the house quietly through the window to his room. The timer in his head a metronome against granite, ticking every irritable, ragged second she's out of his sight. He already knew where everyone was miles ago, and he can tell the moment their attentions shift toward his direction at the sound of the friction on the wall. The click of the window. The sound of steps in his room.
But still, he needs a new set of clothes to return to school tomorrow.
