Anyway, she wrote me recently and it really got me thinking. The question has been asked before by Dr. Hugsalot and other readers: What would have happened if Edward and Angela were never in an accident? What if the Volturi never hunted Edward?
My mind has been whirling and twirling with this since last night and words have started flowing. It's bits and pieces and I honestly don't know what will come of it, if anything. Right now, it's just an exercise in 'what if'? So, then, I guess the big question really boils down to is...
What if Edward lost the conviction of Giana Volturi?
Here's a small bit of what I've been getting. Let me know what you think. Would you be interested to see more? Like I said, right now, this is just for fun.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped, but a moan slipped past her lips as she melted against me. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her body flush to mine.
Her lips were soft and sweet with an underlying burning that had me delving in deeper for more of her. I could feel every fiber of my being begin to light up and then quickly turn dark when she pulled away and out of my grasp.
She stared up at me with her blank expression, her mask. I wanted to rip it from her. I wanted her to show me. I needed to see all of her.
She continued to stare at me for another minute, but when I made a small move toward her, she backed up. Her body turned away from me, giving me another glimpse of her mask, before heading down the sidewalk.
“Isabella, wait!” I called out, my hand reaching out to grab her arm, halting her in her tracks.
She turned to look at me and I saw it.
For one brief second I could see past her mask and into the pain and confusion in her features and the emptiness inside her eyes.
“You have a wife and a son. Go home, Edward. Just… just leave me alone,” she begged, wrenching her arm from my grasp.
I stood in my spot, unable to move as I watched her walk away. Arms wrapped around her body, head down. I watched after her when the rain began and continued to stand there long after she left my field of view.