50 years after Breaking Dawn
"Do you remember this place?" He asked with a smile of prudent nostalgia, looking younger in the bluish twilight between then and now. He jumped up into the tree with his usual, playful ease, and the word 'spider monkey' popped into my mind, seemingly at random, because this was the location of an all together different memory than the one of us flying through the forest until the world was a blur of green. One that was more intense, yet I recalled, one in which I'd had the same amount of butterflies in my stomach.
"Hmm" I made a big deal of frowning as humanly as possible, my stonelike features contemplating the question ostentatiously. "I don't know, my human memories are kind of muddy these days ..."
This of course, was an outright lie: I remembered the first time we came here in razorsharp detail: Edward hanging from the branch of this very tree, his marble face inches from mine, warning me to stay away from him. Of course now, my face was just as marble as his, and it mirrored his still crooked smile as he caught my lie. We both remembered.
A lot had changed between then and now, I pondered in the everlasting seconds between our shared smile and the kiss that was about to follow. Even the way he looked at me was different, yet, I realized, it was not with any less love.