I Trust You

We set off, partially upset at Luna and Jackson. I sat down on the bed staring into space while Edward drove off. Edward seemed tired and so was I, our eyebags hung lowly however it was not as low as our mood for sure.

I stared into space. Were we acting too rashly? Did we just make the stupidest choice? Was it just too irrational?

"Why did Luna do this. I mean really Luna?" Edward's train of thoughts seemed to be on the same line as me.

I did not answer him for a bit. My mind was still quite far away from reality. I was in fear of our choice. I did not know if what I was doing was right. If mo was here, would she agree with me? I felt scared. Only if Mother was here. I could bury myself in her arms and just burst into tears and scream. I just needed Mother. I needed the Motherly touch, something I have longed to feel once again. I remember all the times spent with Mother.

I missed the daily talks with her, family dinners, cooking together, eating the failed dishes together and more. My family always loved to do one specific thing and i would see it as tradition at one point. We loved to 'set the mood' on certain days. That meant to off the house lights and put up a small lamp and start working away or reading. I was a crazy bookworm, Dad always said I reminded him of Mother. I guess I really took after her. When they died, I stopped looking at the mirror for years, way more than 3 years for sure.

Every time I looked at the mirror, I always saw Mother. I hated how I looked. However, I may have taken her looks but many said I took after Father's attitude except for the fact that Father never liked books or studying, he only read just because Mother loved to read. She never favoured any authors though, which was quite questionable for me. She loved literature so much I had definitely took that from her. She would always read at least one book to me until I turned 7. It was the age where the books I read got too thick for her to read it to me. She loved reading so much it was basically her entire life.

I kept thinking about her. Every move I make reminds me of either Mother or Father. Edward reminded me of Father. He was always so protective and loving. I remember Edward girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend. He would do anything just for her. Elaine loved to run around the school for absolutely no reason. Despite hating running, Edward would run rounds with her. Edward never really liked to run just because he always had to control himself since he is a werewolf. It is exhausting to control yourself if I say so myself. He hated it so much but he would do anything I say, anything just to be by her side. It was adorable.

"Hey? I asked you one question and you haven't answered me for 3 hours." His voice snapped me back.

"What?" I asked wearily.

I rubbed my eyes as my mind came back.

"Let's camp here yea? I almost thought you fell asleep until I saw the mirror. You just stared into space for hours." He explained.

I lowered my head. You would not believe the amount of tears I was holding back. The way he spoke, his patience. He sounded just like Father. I wanted to cry. I had to follow Mother's words. I cannot cry. I did not know yet if I trusted Edward enough. However, the more I thought about it, I realised that he grew up with me, I trusted him to tell me the people who I have had forgotten. We did everything together. From the day I knew him, we resonated well together.

"Hey?" He called out again.

He lowered himself to catch a glimpse of my face. That was when it happened. A tear fell. He hugged me almost instantly.

"Mother's rule, you broke it." He whispered into my ear.

I gently shook my head. I did not break her rule. I trusted Edward. I have never gotten into a relationship or cried in front of anyone other than Mother and Father before. Well, I suppose Father did say that both relationship and trust went together so the crying rule was too involved. Edward removed his embrace from me and pulled my head up. His face seemed shocked. He wiped my tears with his thumbs while cupping my face with his hands - my face was fairly small.

"Now, love you have got to explain what that head shaking meant..." He trailed off.

"I trust you." I managed to speak.

My face was drenched in tears.

"You know what that means right? My love?" He questioned me.

I gently nodded.

I expected him to just walk away for a breather or something of the sort. Instead he smiled. He was always sweet, just like Father. A dick he may act to be but yet at the end of the day, he would be there for you ready to catch you when you fall, just like Father.

"I trust you too," He hugged me once again.

His warmth filled my whole body. His word made the river on tears flow once more. 'I trust you' was my parents way of saying 'I love you.' and you cannot believe how much that made me cry. I missed them so much.

"I have trusted you since 2 years ago Ster." He whispered into my ear.

His arms wrapped around me, his head snuggled into my neck. His breathing gave me a sense of comfort. I snuggled into his neck too. Just like Mom and Dad.

As we sat there in each others embrace, Edward finally decided to break it off. He gently removed his arms and pull down all shutters for the windows. He let the van and started to put all sort of traps up. It was risky, I was afraid that something might happen to him while he was out, especially when we were all being hunted. His entrance into the van was the most relieve I have ever felt in a while now. He locked the doors. His extra palocks always made me smile.

"God those padlocks won't do enough." I chuckled in between tears, chocking a little every few seconds.

"Oh shut it," he rolled his eyes at me.

I smiled. Well, of course I did. That asshole was just adorable. He suddenly picked me up and tucked me right into bed.

"Sleep," he instructed.

He placed the blanket right over me. Bending over, he kissed my forehead. I shed another tear. Father used to do the same to me every single time. I knew then and there, I was safe. Maybe not, with the fact that we were literally hunted, however, I knew then that he would protect me with his life and I cannot deny that I would do the very exact same.

He got in bed and I hid into him arms. I cannot express how much I needed physical touch. I grabbed his body and curled up into his embrace. I snuggled my face right into his chest. He placed one hand on my head and stroked it every once in a while and the other hand on my waist, making sure that I was stuck right with him.

"Sleep well my love," His voice lowered as he whispered into my ear.

HIs voice gave me so much comfort. I cannot tell you how much comfort it gave me, along with his breathing. All I know was that my fear of sleeping was healed. It was the most comfortable sleep I had ever gotten. I was always unable to sleep fully, everytime I slept, I could fully hear my surroundings. For the first time, the leaves rustling and his low breathing slowly faded and I got what I needed all this time. Sleep, physical touch and love.

Was this all that I needed? Was this why I have been so tired? For the first time almost all my pain I never knew existed lifted from my body. I felt free. I felt light. However, I did not want to move, his arms were too comfortable and his breathing was the only thing making me fall asleep.

Yes, this was all I needed. Him. I just needed him. All this time, he was the solution to my problems.