Title: A Million Blinking Promises (That It'll All Be Okay)
Author: Girl Who Writes
Word Count: 275
Genre: Angst, Romance
Summary: And he pulls away from her, her eyes wide and confused as he tries to piece himself back together.
Notes: We have come to the end, finally. Thank you so much to everyone who read, favourited, subscripted and commented - it means the world to me. My next fic will be another Alice/Jasper tentatively called Memento Mori, and I have no idea when it will be posted. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer; I make no profit from this fan-based venture.
How long have they been together?
He could work it out, certainly. In weeks and days; hours and minutes. But those are details he doesn't need. The answer is simple. Not long enough.
Some days, it feels like he has always known her, and was waiting for her as she waited for him. Other days, she feels so new and so precious, he cannot help but stare. Memorise the curve of her cheek and curl of her lips; breathe in her scent of rainwater and cotton.
They have had long summer days in shaded forests, barefoot and glimmering as they wade in streams. They have spent dark winters in forgotten homes, curled bare together in borrowed beds.
They have both battled against the bloodlust.
They don't win every battle, but Alice is determined they will win the war.
He sees the peace in when her eyes fade from his tea-rose orange to bottomless goldenrod he lose himself in for hours. He swears that he will succeed, for her, for him, for them both. If he ever notes his life with mile-markers, it will be with the colour of her eyes.
Today is the day they are headed towards Minnesota. Alice has finally found them. A so-called family for them to join.
He wonders what will change. Sometimes the idea that they might lose this synchronicity, that she will find something better, eats away at him. Other times, when her love wraps lazily around him, and he catches her awe-struck grin, he knows nothing will change. They'll simply be more than they are now.
For now, he'll go wherever she leads.
And it will be perfect.
We have so much quiet to offer here. We'll be waiting.