The Leaving OOM
Feb. 2nd, 2009 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
themidnightson"Never mind. I can see that it's impossible. Thank you for your help."
He was choking on his words, on the amount of air it took to force his vocal cords to work to make them sound right. The smell of her blood was in every particle of the air in that all too small office hallway. He spun and dodged out, escape was the only option even as he could not keep his eyes from finding her face. No. God. Carlisle. No. He had to get out of there. He had to leave. Not smiling, not offering to help her, perhaps walk her to her locker, asking about where she lived and why she'd moved and if she'd like a ride with the roads as slick as they were....
He shoved the thoughts away as the breeze outside didn't help to alleviate the roaring inside of him. For all that he had to keep reminding himself not to be marble still or move as fast as his racing thoughts, Edward would have been shaking had he been human. He kept moving -- away from the office (away from her), away from the steps (away from her), away from the buildings (away from her), away from the boy who thought he'd appeared out of nowhere (away from her), glancing without seeing to find his siblings already in his car -- and slammed the door too hard when he slipped in.
Edward tried to control his mouth, but he was certain that sound -- the strangled, gasping, one not being able to pull enough clean air in -- was coming from him.
He was choking on his words, on the amount of air it took to force his vocal cords to work to make them sound right. The smell of her blood was in every particle of the air in that all too small office hallway. He spun and dodged out, escape was the only option even as he could not keep his eyes from finding her face. No. God. Carlisle. No. He had to get out of there. He had to leave. Not smiling, not offering to help her, perhaps walk her to her locker, asking about where she lived and why she'd moved and if she'd like a ride with the roads as slick as they were....
He shoved the thoughts away as the breeze outside didn't help to alleviate the roaring inside of him. For all that he had to keep reminding himself not to be marble still or move as fast as his racing thoughts, Edward would have been shaking had he been human. He kept moving -- away from the office (away from her), away from the steps (away from her), away from the buildings (away from her), away from the boy who thought he'd appeared out of nowhere (away from her), glancing without seeing to find his siblings already in his car -- and slammed the door too hard when he slipped in.
Edward tried to control his mouth, but he was certain that sound -- the strangled, gasping, one not being able to pull enough clean air in -- was coming from him.
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:55 pm (UTC)The only one.
Carlisle doesn't even think of the other. Edward felt some part of him snarl in bitter anger, as though it were the greatest betrayal, while the other crowded into a corner, felt the relief of the smallest promise that he could not do this terrible thing.
"Alice," Edward said, so low it's almost a lost in a sigh, hand closing to clutch around the key tight. "She saw the Denali."
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Date: 2009-02-05 04:00 pm (UTC)The hand on Edward's shoulder gets used for a weak shove. If Carlisle doesn't make him go, he won't. Even though Carlisle doesn't want to do it.
"Go."
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Date: 2009-02-05 04:08 pm (UTC)He knows just making it out of the city is going to be the same hell as getting to Carlisle. He'll pass so many different exits that could lead him right back to where he does (doesn't does doesn't) want to go.
Edward nodded shuffling back.
He couldn't even think of anything else that could be said.
He looked back at Carlisle, wildly, wondering if he'd even be able to come back ever, and the next second the spot he'd been standing in was empty. If he didn't go now, he wouldn't be able to.
He has to go. She has to live.
Even if it takes everything else from him.