The sun seemed to sparkle through the rain as she lay on her stomach in the bed, a book propped up against the pillow, peculiar patterned shadows dancing around her as her apple-green eyes darted backwards and forwards along the page. Ambrosia felt calmer than ever before, in a room that smelt gloriously of Edward. Life didn't possibly get any better than that. It felt perfect, the warm cocoon of the blankets shrouded around her. The only thing that could make it better would be if Edward was actually there beside her but unfortunately for her- he had to go hunting.

Slowly, Ambrosia's bonds with everyone else were growing stronger and it felt amazing to be able to speak freely to people, people she knew wouldn't judge her. The human wasn't completely oblivious to how reliant she was on Edward, she needed him, he was the ultimate coping mechanism to her but she also knew that she was developing that- with his help- she had achieved so much. She, who had once sat curled up in the corner of the library, had moved away from her lifelong home, abandoned everything to start again. And that was okay.

Coming to the end of the chapter, Ambrosia allowed the book to close, shoving a random piece of paper between the pages to hold her place- she didn't have the heart to fold the corner of the pristine books that Edward kept. She was in paradise in his room with all his books, she finally understood how Belle felt looking up at that library in Beauty and the Beast. Though, she was sure that Edward was the beauty of their story.

With a sigh, stretching like a lazy housecat, Ambrosia dragged herself to her feet and proceeded to the window of the dimly lit room to assess the world outside with a keen gaze. The fuzzy socks on her feet made her slip slightly as she walked and when she looked over the trees outside that were lightly misted by the hammering rain, she felt on top of the world. It was a very rare feeling, the elated weightlessness that seemed to seep through her warmly as she stood with her body inches to the glass. Though she knew, undoubtedly, that it wouldn't shatter if she fell.

Ambrosia knew that their story could end in only a few ways; there would be no fairytale ending of growing old together and sitting on a porch reminiscing about the life they had shared, surrounded by their children and grandchildren who shared Edwards coppery hair and her sparkling green eyes. But, perhaps they could find a different slice of perfectness. Once, Ambrosia had dreamed of being a writer, it was the one time she could speak her mind without fear of being judged, she could hide behind the covers of a book forever but now, she knew that it wasn't possible.

Instead, her mind had opened to new possibilities and the consideration of spending her life every day exactly as she had spent that one, didn't seem daunting to her. She could happily live side-by-side with the Cullens for all of eternity, the endlessness of it seemed strangely exhilarating to Ambrosia. Her parents had been sliced so abruptly from her life, in a time where she arguably needed them the most, and it just put everything into perspective. Death had always been so real to her since her parents left her in the saddest possible way and she knew that she feared it, feared meeting the same abrupt fate, the fate of one day walking into the woods and never returning. That the idea of never having to die was like a beautiful gift.

The drawbacks were, of course, harsh and she couldn't help but consider all the bad along with the good- Maybe that made her a pessimist but being a Cullen seemed to make up for all the bad that their life offered.

Ambrosia Hatton was startled from her thoughts as she watched the continuous repeating pattern of green trees and greeny brown trunks by a flash. It was gone the second it was there, a flash of red that left her mind doing cartwheels and her eyes blinking as though they had concocted the thing all on their own. The simple flash seemed to nauseatingly familiar to her, and her brain didn't want to work with her as she tried her best to track down where the familiarity had manifested from. It was like trying to catch mist with your bare hands, the more she focused on that singular flash of red, the more it evaded her.

Certain, after a long pause of frozen, uncertain hesitation that she had hallucinated the entire thing, the human rubbed her eyes and turned back around to the large room before her. She had been looking at the black words of the book on the pristine white paper for a long few hours, and Ambrosia told herself that that was the reason for the brain trick. It seemed to be the most logical explanation.

Pressing herself to actually do something, Ambrosia pulled the bedding carefully back into place, folding it with a delicate hand so that it was perfectly smooth. It didn't take long to tidy the room she shared with Edward- the both of them were naturally tidy people either way and soon enough, she was stood in the room with a smile on her chubby cheeks, dimples denting.

Life didn't get any better.