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Until Dawn
"I never thought about how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go." - Bella Swan
After I had safely dropped Bella back with Charlie, I needed to clear my head. Since I can't read her thoughts, I asked her to tell me what she was thinking.
For the first time in my over one hundred years on this earth, I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape Bella's scent - not that I minded.
Distrust and fear were the looks Charlie threw my way, even though Carlisle had treated her so well before when she "bumped her head" - every one of my movements was closely monitored. A watchful protector. The sheriff, indeed.
I had to run. Through the forest. Along the sandy path, which was gradually being washed away by the rain. Along the streams that coolly splashed through the silence. Even past the deer and bucks that sought shelter peacefully in the underbrush. In front of me. The most dangerous predator there is.
I took it all in. Does death smell like this? Like stones, minerals, sand, rain, earth, metal, blood?
I was glad for the rain and the twilight; finally, my skin didn’t sparkle anymore.
In the shadow of the forest, I always felt at home. Free. But alone. That is the price.
Did Bella want to live like this? But with me. Not with anyone else. Certainly not Jacob.
For that, I would have to transform her. With a bite. In the arm? Or in the neck?
I still remember my transformation well. I nearly succumbed to the Spanish flu. But Carlisle found me. Lying on the ground. And saved me.
"But you and your scent. It's like a drug to me. My very own drug." - Edward Cullen
After I had safely dropped Bella back with Charlie, I needed to clear my head. Since I can't read her thoughts, I asked her to tell me what she was thinking.
For the first time in my over one hundred years on this earth, I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape Bella's scent - not that I minded.
Distrust and fear were the looks Charlie threw my way, even though Carlisle had treated her so well before when she "bumped her head" - every one of my movements was closely monitored. A watchful protector. The sheriff, indeed.
I had to run. Through the forest. Along the sandy path, which was gradually being washed away by the rain. Along the streams that coolly splashed through the silence. Even past the deer and bucks that sought shelter peacefully in the underbrush. In front of me. The most dangerous predator there is.
I took it all in. Does death smell like this? Like stones, minerals, sand, rain, earth, metal, blood?
I was glad for the rain and the twilight; finally, my skin didn’t sparkle anymore.
In the shadow of the forest, I always felt at home. Free. But alone. That is the price.
Did Bella want to live like this? But with me. Not with anyone else. Certainly not Jacob.
For that, I would have to transform her. With a bite. In the arm? Or in the neck?
I still remember my transformation well. I nearly succumbed to the Spanish flu. But Carlisle found me. Lying on the ground. And saved me.
"But you and your scent. It's like a drug to me. My very own drug." - Edward Cullen
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Principe Profumo
You are - everything I need.
A seasoned businessman. An owner of a medium-sized company.
You drive a limousine, sometimes with the star.
You wear a tie, have gray-streaked, medium-length hair, and horn-rimmed glasses, including a three-day stubble.
You drink espresso - freshly made from an Italian espresso machine.
Filled with a high-quality, spicy bean. Good coffee and good food are important to you. You love orange zest, for example, in gin and tonic. Quality products, but not many.
You always keep me in your drawer in your office, for the short lunch meetings with your business friends. So that I am constantly with you.
You use me. And we need each other.
Well-measured.
But rich.
I complete your overall image.
You are my counterpart.
Warm regards from Italy,
your signature scent
A seasoned businessman. An owner of a medium-sized company.
You drive a limousine, sometimes with the star.
You wear a tie, have gray-streaked, medium-length hair, and horn-rimmed glasses, including a three-day stubble.
You drink espresso - freshly made from an Italian espresso machine.
Filled with a high-quality, spicy bean. Good coffee and good food are important to you. You love orange zest, for example, in gin and tonic. Quality products, but not many.
You always keep me in your drawer in your office, for the short lunch meetings with your business friends. So that I am constantly with you.
You use me. And we need each other.
Well-measured.
But rich.
I complete your overall image.
You are my counterpart.
Warm regards from Italy,
your signature scent
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perfect darkness
“See the black heels around the fire.
Feel the night air in perfect darkness babe.
Perfect darkness is all I can see.
Deep water stay under.
See it rolling over your head and just
Roll with it until it's all good yeah.
Deep water a little deeper then you thought
Feel it going over the edge and just go with it
Until it's all good yeah.“
October 2022
My first flight to the island reveals to me on the way through check-in the leaden heaviness that will soon arise in the duty-free shop. It quickly becomes clear that it must be you. You, the sticky, thickened, black-blue sweetness on the shelf. You are present when I need you and persistent when you have to perform. Your performance is steady and your resonance lingers for days in every molecule around me, diffuse and varying in intensity depending on how the wind shifts.
Mixed with heavy air and nicotine on a long leash, you still cling to my neck after nightfall, even though we have already had a twelve-hour day and have sweated and croaked to every conceivable party hit.
Along the promenade, now at 11 PM, you embrace me on the way to the hotel, like a thin linen shirt. The light from the restaurants and the underlying music paired with Spanish evening whispers create the perfect atmosphere for us. We are weightless and right now, as the party slowly quiets down and makes room for tinnitus, your depth brings me security and comfort. At least that. My tattooed skin only needs you right now.
You are present when I need you and persistent when you have to perform. You, my friend the darkness.
…(this is my first review, maybe you like it. I am always open to tips and suggestions regarding writing style) Thank you for your attention. Cheers.
Feel the night air in perfect darkness babe.
Perfect darkness is all I can see.
Deep water stay under.
See it rolling over your head and just
Roll with it until it's all good yeah.
Deep water a little deeper then you thought
Feel it going over the edge and just go with it
Until it's all good yeah.“
October 2022
My first flight to the island reveals to me on the way through check-in the leaden heaviness that will soon arise in the duty-free shop. It quickly becomes clear that it must be you. You, the sticky, thickened, black-blue sweetness on the shelf. You are present when I need you and persistent when you have to perform. Your performance is steady and your resonance lingers for days in every molecule around me, diffuse and varying in intensity depending on how the wind shifts.
Mixed with heavy air and nicotine on a long leash, you still cling to my neck after nightfall, even though we have already had a twelve-hour day and have sweated and croaked to every conceivable party hit.
Along the promenade, now at 11 PM, you embrace me on the way to the hotel, like a thin linen shirt. The light from the restaurants and the underlying music paired with Spanish evening whispers create the perfect atmosphere for us. We are weightless and right now, as the party slowly quiets down and makes room for tinnitus, your depth brings me security and comfort. At least that. My tattooed skin only needs you right now.
You are present when I need you and persistent when you have to perform. You, my friend the darkness.
…(this is my first review, maybe you like it. I am always open to tips and suggestions regarding writing style) Thank you for your attention. Cheers.
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