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  e most , but he never showed any sign of
  impatie spread out around us in a boundless labyrinth of
  arees, ao be hat we would never find our way
  out again. he erfectly at ease, fortable in the green maze, never
  seeming to feel any doubt about our dire.
  after several hours, the light that filtered through the opy
  trahe murky olive toing thter jade. the day
  had turned sunny, just as he'd foretold. for the first time since we'd
  ehe woods, i felt a thrill of ext — which quied
  to impatience.
  ”are we there yet?” i teased, pretending to scowl.
  ”nearly.” he smiled at the my mood. ”do you see the brightness
  ahead?”
  i peered ihi, should i?”
  he smirked. ”maybe it's a bit soon for your eyes.”
  ”time to visit the optometrist,” i muttered. his smirk grew more
  pronounced.
  but theher hundred yards, i could definitely see a
  lightenirees ahead, a glo instead of green. i
  picked up the pace, my eagerness growiep. he let me lead
  now, following noiselessly.
  i reached the edge of the pool of light ahrough the last
  frio the loveliest place i had ever seen. the meadow was
  small, perfed, ah wildflowers — violet, yellow, and
  soft white. somewhere nearby, i could hear the bubbling music of a
  stream. the suly overhead, filling the circle with a haze of
  buttery sunshine. i walked slowly, awestruck, through the soft grass,
  swaying flowers, and warm, gilded air. i halfway turing to share
  this with him, but he wasn't behihought he'd be. i spun
  ar for him with sudden alarm. finally i spotted him, still
  uhe dehe opy at the edge of the hollow, watg
  me with cautious eyes. only then did i remember what the beauty of the
  meadow had driven from my mind — the enigma of edward and the sun, which
  he'd promised to illustrate for me today.
  i took a step ba, my eyes alight with curiosity. his eyes
  were wary, relut. i smiled engly ao him with my
  hand, takiep ba. he held up a hand in warning, and
  i hesitated, rog bay heels.
  edward seemed to take a deep breath, aepped out into the
  bright glow of the midday sun.
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  13. s
  edward i was shog. i 't get used to it, though
  i'd been staring at him all afternoon. his skie the faint
  flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands
  of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. he lay perfectly still in
  the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, i, his
  stillating arms bare. his glistening, pale lavender lids were shut,
  though of course he didn't sleep. a perfect statue, some
  unkh like marble, glitterial.
  now and then, his lips would move, so fast it looked like they were
  trembling. but, wheold me he was singing to himself; it
  was too low for me to hear.
  i eoo, though the air wasn't quite dry enough for my
  taste. i would have liked to lie back, as he did, ahe sun warm my
  face. but i stayed curled up, my resting on my knees, unwilling to
  take my eyes off him. the wi tangled my hair and ruffled
  the grass that swayed around his motionless form.
  the meadow, so spectae at first, paled o his magnifice.
  hesitantly, always afraid, even now, that he ear like a
  mirage, too beautiful to be real… hesita one finger
  ahe back of his shimmering ha lay within my
  reach. i marveled agai texture, satin smooth, cool as
  stone. when i looked up again, his eyes were open, watg me.
  butterscotch today, lighter, warmer after hunting. his quick smile turned
  up the ers of his flawless lips.
  ”i don't scare you?” he asked playfully, but i could hear the real
  curiosity in his soft voice.
  ”han usual.” <