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Summary

She was his, and when he left, he took more than himself away from her. She

never moved on, and lived a quiet anonymity; until one afternoon she turned on the

radio, and heard her very own love song. FGB auction win. AHAU E&B

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Love Song

This is a one shot specifically for FGB, and was won at auction by

ChiTwiGal.

The idea behind this one shot was a song prompt, and of the many songs I

was offered, I found a lovely cover version of I'll Be, by Edwin McCain. I've

placed a link on my profile, and is central to the plot in this one shot.

This was beta'd by my partner in crime, Lambcullen, and as usual she does

amazing things with my words, and puts on this hot little cheerleading outfit

when I need it.

Thank you for reading.

BPOV

I watched as he pulled the small razor blade out. It was dull in the gray light.

Today should have been a sunny day, but the clouds were dark, angry.

The sea a mirror image of the sky: brooding, unsettled.

We stood in the sand, the wind blowing around us, pulling my hair around me,

until the dark silky strands whipped into my face. I pulled them away in time to see

his jade green eyes meet mine.

"Give me your hand."

He had cut his own hand, a small bleeding line across his palm. I bit my lip and

looked away, as he slowly carved into my skin. The pain rushed through me,

dragging a thrilling release through my bloodstream. I couldn't take it anymore, and

looked at the flesh I'd placed in his hands, my life line and heart line slashed wide

open.

"Bella."

My eyes met his again.

"You did good, love." His bleeding palm covered mine, and in that moment, our

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blood mingled, his mixing with mine, as we held each other's hands. The wind

caressed my cheeks, and I watched his jaw tick, thoughts playing across his eyes

like a movie screen.

His intense stare matched his words, "From this moment on, no matter what

happens, you're in me, and I'm in you. Always. I'm yours, and you're mine."

At the end of that summer, the backyard was a sea of dandelions. The ocean of

bright yellow melted into the tree line at the back of the house. When my father

wasn't home, we would spread a blanket out towards the shoreline, and make out.

And dream the dreams of younger people in love.

He would hold my hand to his lips, separate my fingers, and kiss the sensitive

points between them, knowing each and every nerve ending was his. Only his.

Forever.

I tried not to think about it. When he would go one way, fulfilling familial dreams,

and I would be left behind.

I watched from the corner of my eye as time moved, changing the sunny

dandelions into their gray and withered counterparts. An autumnal wind blew, and

they released themselves into the wind, hoping small pieces of their souls would be

moved in appropriate directions, anchoring in fertile soil.

I watched as he put his duffle bag in the back of his car, his green eyes barely

leaving mine. The slam of the trunk door seemed final, and it made me jump.

He grabbed for me, for my face, and held me, his fingers touching me. I closed my

eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch, it curled beneath my skin, into my blood,

making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

He waited for me to open my eyes, and I met summer green with my autumn

brown.

"Distance and time is nothing. I'll come back for you."

The kiss on my lips was all consuming, his mouth owned me, possessed me, and I

signed myself over willingly to the heat of his hands sliding over me, his tongue

delving into my mouth, the smell of him, woodsy, masculine. The kiss was hard, but

not punishing. His tongue hinting at things he wanted to do to my body, thrusting

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