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PAUL WAS MESMERIZED with the way Cecilia had walked towards him slowly, each step only making a sound of a light thud and the boy could clearly hear her fingers playing with each other as her arms were crossed behind her back.
The boys eyes followed her parents figures that were leaving the room, the boy not quick enough to catch the girl standing on the tip of her toes, arms and head reaching up and finding his body. Her arms were crossed behind his head and her face was snuggling into his neck; it was as if Paul was the light of her life and Paul breathed into her hair at the thought. He felt loved — a thing that hasn't happened in a while.
It was the same for Cecilia. Bella hadn't called her in days and she didn't hear of her either. She got Jacob back; that was a good thing, but if she was being honest it wasn't enough for her anymore. The worst pain she ever felt was eating her up inside out and with her in Paul's embrace she felt alive again. It was as if god took away something that was bad anyways and gave her an angel instead. Paul was her angel, she thought.
His arms tightly wrapped around her, the boy standing straight and lifting her up in the process making her feet hang in the air. The girl breathed out, not feeling hurt in the seconds she was in his arms, tho when his words hit her, anxiety filled her brains.
„We need to talk, Cecilia. I'll tell you on our way." he spoke quietly, setting her down again earning a nod of her head.
„Alright." she spoke softly, afraid of what will come.
„I'll see you later, love you." the girl yelled so her parents heard, taking her bag and keys and shutting the door.
Paul and Cecilia walked towards her truck in silence, they didn't even speak a word when Cecilia started driving. He did not find the right words to say and neither did she know how to ask him.
„You haven't eaten." he pointed out, eyes finding hers just for a split second before hers looked onto the road again.
„I need at least an hour after I wake up." she explained, gripping the carwheel with her shaking hands.
„Bella was in Italy and Edward is back now." he started suddenly, the words making Cecilia gulp and nod.
„There are vampires after her. An army of newborns." he spoke again, awaiting a reaction of hers — but when only a small sight came out of her lips, he frowned.
„So what does that have to do with you?" she asked, voice filled with anxiety, hands shaking and her forehead starting to lose cold sweat.
„Well we will help to fight them." he explained, hands rubbing against his thigh.
Cecilia's head was filled with possible scenarios of Paul dying. Maybe his neck would get broken, maybe a vampire would eat them and maybe he would be ripped in shreds. They would burry all of his body parts separately, she thought. She knew she was hyperventilating but in her mind she couldn't think clear. Her vision got blurry and she hated the fact that she was already after a week so attached to the thought of herself and Paul. She never liked to get attached to new people, she'd much rather stick to her childhood friends. But now there was Paul and he made her worry for a guy that she met about a week ago.
„So am I going to be invited to your funeral?" she spoke harshly which took Paul by surprise. The way Jacob had described her, he doubted the girl could ever be mean or mad at anyone — the week he spent with her made him think that as well. He could not deny that he liked the way she defended herself to a certain degree the day before when she had the encounter with Cherry — but he was worried when she looked like she hated him. When her eyes showed no love or happiness — they were now dry and dark.
„I'm not going to die, Cecilia." he chuckled, making Cecilia huff out and shake her head.
The girl could already hear the words I'm sorry, he didn't make it. and she hated it so so much. She bit down onto her lip trying to concentrate on driving rather than onto the words she would say at his funeral.
„Cecilia —" he started, placing his hand onto her shoulder. The girl quickly looked towards him, watching him with sad eyes.
„I'm going to come back, I promise." he whispered just loud enough that Cecilia could comprehend his words and loosen up a bit.
„I guess I can't change it." she mumbled, now being a little more relaxed than before. She glanced over at him, earning a big grin of his, one she already adored.
The girl parked her car in her usual space, pretty much away from the crowds of people and close to the front doors. Cecilia didn't like walking one bit, always complaining when her mother would lecture her about the walk she had to school.
Paul had left the car too, waiting for her to stumble out of it as usual, keeping an eye on her in case she fell. When she reached his side and locked the car, the pair of them walked towards the entrance of the school — Cecilia feeling comfortable with the way Paul glared at everyone that shot the girl a look.
But Cecilia did feel anxiety coming to choke her up the further the pair walked into the school, Paul instantly sensing that. The girl gulped harshly, coming to grip Paul's sleeve. He looked down onto her, pulling his arm around her waist and pulling her into an empty classroom where the girl instantly came to sit on a table. Paul looked out to see that no one followed them, coming to stand between the girls legs. His hand pushed her chin softly, just enough so that her eyes met his.
„I can't to this anymore, I feel like I'm alone, it's — it's so much change." she stuttered, voice an octave higher than usual. How could a boy like him, want a girl like her. How could he have imprinted on a human — she felt like she was nothing compared to him. And with the newborn army coming up, and Paul going to fight them — her anxiety reached a breaking point. She did not know that he thought the same. That he thought he was not enough for her, that she deserved someone with less problems. And she did not know that he was scared to fight — not because of him, but because he did not want to go so quickly, leave Cecilia behind.
„You're not alone, you have me." he whispered, his minty breath hitting her face the moment he opened his mouth. Cecilia glanced onto his lips. Thin, chapped, beautiful. Then back up to his eyes. Dark brown, narrow, gorgeous.
And then, something happened that neither Paul nor Cecilia expected.
