Living a romance

Chapter twenty-two

I decided then and there that that was the right moment.

I bend down and lifted Edward’s unconscious body into my arms. It must have looked quite weird, a girl lifting a boy bridal style, but I really didn’t care.

I needed to find his meadow. I did not know if I would succeed into getting us in my meadow at the same time, but I didn’t want to take the risk. Being in his meadow would help me get us there without worrying about either of ours safety.

I followed his faint scent and I soon found the real-life meadow. I laid Edward down in the grass, debating on how to get our bodies gone from here as soon as I would be out.

I hoped our bodies would be visible in my meadow. Otherwise I just had to hope that Alice would find them.

I quickly wrote a note, before putting it in the front pocket of Edward’s pant, knowing Carlisle would find it.

I sat down, legs crossed and pulled Edward’s head into my lap. I again couldn’t resist brushing a wisp of hair out of his face. I touched my fingertips to his forehead, breathing in and out deeply before closing my eyes.

I pulled his spirit into my dream world at the exact time I let myself fall into a deep slumber.

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“Bella?”

I opened my eyes, seeing intense green eyes stare at me. I frowned and sat up slightly. “Edward?”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning back at me.

“It’s just… Your eyes. They are… green.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Really? My human eyes used to be green.”

“They are beautiful,” I said, biting on my lower lip.

He smiled at me and offered me his hand. I accepted his hand and with his help stood up, looking around. We were in my meadow.

No, not anymore.

It’s our meadow now.

It was an exact replica of Edward’s meadow, only the colours were brighter. I knew that now.

“It’s like the real meadow,” Edward spoke my thoughts aloud.

“I think it is the real meadow.” I moved my hand to the right of us, where our bodies lay. I had fallen forward, my hand still on his face and my head on his chest, while my body was folded over his head. “I need to send them to Carlisle.”

“Is that us?” he asked walking to them.

“I wouldn’t touch them if I were you. I have no idea what would happen if you’d do that.”

He stopped and nodded. I put my hands together, concentrating, before moving them away from each other in a quick move. The bodies disappeared with a red flash of light and I knew they were safe with Carlisle now.

“Where did they go?” Edward asked.

“To Carlisle. He can protect them while we’re here.” I sat down and patted the grass beside me, motioning him to sit down on my ride side.

“How is it possible that your meadow looks like mine?” he asked.

“It’s…” coincidence. No, this wasn’t coincidence. I was sure of it. “… complicated. Edward, did Esme tell you anything?”

“She didn’t actually talk to me, but she was thinking a lot about coloured aura’s. And that I was red. Apart from that, I don’t know anything. She’s good at hiding.”

I nodded. “The colours are what I see whenever I look at someone. These colours make me able to see someone’s mate. It’s how my gift works.” I looked up at him. “Your colour is red. Blood red, but your colour doesn’t bind you to someone else.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I can’t see your mate. I can see everyone’s mate, whether they are not born yet, dead, missing or even really close, I always see their mate. Except yours.”

“Listen Bella, you really don’t have…”

“No, let me finish,” I said. “There is a but to the story. I can see your colour. But I can’t see your mate.”

“So all you have to do is find someone with the same colour?”

I sighed. This was it. “Do you remember the colour of Iraz’ eyes?”

“Blue,” he murmured, frowning as it seemed like I was changing the subject.

“His aura is also blue and he will meet his mate in 2028. What colour are my eyes, Edward?”

He stared into my eyes. “Red.”

There was a short silence while we stared at each other. “I think that is the way it works with Ethers. I’m not sure, because I can’t see my own aura, but it would explain why the Meadow acted the way it did.”

“What do you mean?”

I broke our staring, pulling my legs up and wound my arms around my knees. “This meadow is my dream world, which I use to bring couples together. The meadow as I know it, attempts murder to everyone who has made full eye contact with his or her mate and is not here with him or her.”

“Is that why you were so cranky on Tuesday?”

I gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry ‘bout that. But yes. The meadow tried to kill me that night.”

“Because you met me.”

I nodded. “Are you upset?”

“No. I feel sorry for you.”

My eyes snapped to his in surprise. “Sorry?” I let my legs lower and crossed them.

He looked me in the eyes, grabbing my right hand in both of his. “You’ve been helping everyone around you fall in love. But you were never able to help yourself.”

I sighed, partially in relief that he wasn’t freaking out. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this, Edward? How long I’ve been waiting for you?”

He gave me one of his dazzling grins. “About two thousand years?” I pulled my hand back, pulling his left with them to my lap. I traced the back of his hand with my fingers. “I’m glad you kidnapped me and told me.”

I chuckled. “I’m just selfish, I guess.”

“For what? For wanting to find love for yourself this once? Then I must be worse, because I want it too and I’ve lived only one-twentieth of your life.”

I glared at him, trying not to laugh. “Are you telling me I’m old?”

He frowned suddenly. “I didn’t mean… Of course not.” I giggled and he caught on, smiling. “Well, the years look good on you, ma’am.”

I hit him in the chest playfully and we laughed.

Five days seemed like such a short time.


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