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Still

-Bella-

I sighed observing my watch for the third time this afternoon.

15 minutes to close…I thought to myself.

I rested my head in my fisted hand, trying to enjoy the last minutes in Seattle's Art Museum, my favorite place in the world.

I was used to come every night and hang around the sculpture exhibit section for the last 6 months…

To visit him.

I was new to this city, but he felt so familiar like an old fairy tale.

I moved a few months ago from a small town in Washington to start college, I wanted to follow my dreams; I wanted to become a History teacher. My parents where gone long ago and my friends also parted ways into different universities, so I left the little i had behind and moved to Seattle.

The feelings of loneliness that washed through me in the day, disappeared as soon as I had a glimpse of him.

And tonight, like every other night, he was expecting me, in the same place, at the same time. Always welcoming, with a smile in his gentle features, a look of understanding in his vibrant green eyes. Always gazing at me, always there. And I liked to think, it was just for me…

"You know" a gentle voice startled me "I think you should make the first move, Edward's very shy." I was so lost in the rays of red appearing in his beautiful bronze hair, I never realized the old man sitting beside me.

"What?." Was my smart response.

"You've been watching him for so long" he said, smiling at me "but you never talk to him, I'm sure he's dying for a word of yours."

Was this man crazy?

"He's…he's a statue sir" I told him.

"Oh, Edward is so much more than that" He said shaking his head "In fact, he's a great listener, I dare to say…"

I smiled, this man reminded me of my grandpa, always the dreamer.

"I'm sure he is .." I chuckled " but I'm content with just his company so far…."

"Well, I think you should give him a chance…" He left haning the last words.

"Bella" I responded offering my hand to him.

"Eric" He shook my hand "nice to meet you Bella, now if you excuse me, I have a few more rounds to do before closing" he got up to leave

"Mister Eric" I stopped him "Why do you call him Edward?"

"Because he told me that was his name" He gestured to the beautiful statue dressed in the 19TH century clothes.

I stood there, mouth open.

This old man has a few screws loose.

"Five minutes to close Miss Bella" he winked at me and left whistling as he walked.

I turned back to the statue that enchanted me so many nights ago. I knew touching the art works was forbidden, but I couldn't help myself when I reached my hand to caress his strong jaw. Cold and smooth.

I looked to both sides, to see if anybody was near.

"Good night, Edward" I whispered in the air, and gathered my purse to leave.

"Good Night Bella"

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This is my first fanfic, I have no beta yet but I'm open to any offers.

So what do you think? Should I stay? or Should I go?