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Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 18, 2012 12:07:51 GMT -5
January 18, 2005 2:00 a.m I'm writing this as I hold a brown sweater to my face. It's the one that Bella wore on the plane from Phoenix today. Venom has pooled lightly in my throat, but the burn is welcome. It means that she's close. In a matter of hours—not years, not weeks, not days, but hours—I will be meeting Bella face to face for the first time. Rose and Emmett have graciously let me plunder their memories of the sight of Bella as she fixed dinner for Charlie last night. After Rose entered Bella's window to retrieve the sweater, they stayed at the tree line looking through the kitchen window for an hour.
Bella's smile was so very beautiful as she prepared a simple meal for her father. Rose said that the two of them didn't talk much, but the exchanges seemed to be heartfelt. She said that the edges of Charlie's moustache lifted every time he looked at his daughter. Now I just have to be myself and put myself out there. Alice has chosen my clothes and they are already waiting on my bed. I'm going hunting with Jasper now, to provide a cushion for my thirst.
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