Damn bear.

I know. They say you're supposed to stay still. He was huge, though, and charging at me. I did the only thing I could think to do. I fought. I fought, and I lost. Damn bear.

He was standing over me, preparing to finish me off. I squinted through the pain; I didn't exactly want to watch my own death, but I couldn't bring myself to look away, either. He edged closer to me, growling. His eyes were black as pitch, filled with rage, yet strangely empty. It's his nature, I reminded myself. Destroying me—the threat, the intruder—is all he understands. I was rationalizing my own death.

It was all I could do to forget about the blood. The agony. The rip in my abdomen the size of Texas.

Yeah, I fought a grizzly. Yeah, stupid Emmett strikes again. My family would laugh when they found my body. They would cry first, of course, and then they would laugh. My father would have another good anecdote to tell on fishing trips. 'My jackass of a son got himself mauled by a bear.'

Wait. Would there even be a body left to find? I shuddered at the thought.

The bear's claws dug into my flesh, pulling me out of my head and back into my painful reality. I screamed like a little girl. I was glad no one was around to hear. The attack was quick and brutal and it wouldn't last long. My body was already like swiss cheese.

Suddenly, it stopped. For one short, idiotic second, I thought I must have died already, but the pain was still eating away at my torso. Maybe this is hell; it's not like I've been a model of purity or anything.

I let my senses drift. The sights and sounds of horror faded away. I could feel my body convulsing and the blood flowing freely, but it didn't really matter. The bear wasn't standing over me anymore, but that didn't matter, either.

La de da. I am going to die.

After some unknowable amount of time, curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes. Two thoughts struck me simultaneously: why is there a pile of brown fur next to me? and maybe I was pure enough after all.

She was a vision. A goddess. An angel. A… something. Some word that describes the most beautiful thing in the world. A gorgeous blonde woman was standing several feet from me, looking at me hesitantly. Is this heaven, or am I just going out with a bang? She looked so strong, so deep. She was even more than beautiful, and, in that moment, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted another woman.

The pain overtook me again, and my eyes closed. No! I screamed silently. Please, God or whatever you are, let me see her for one more minute.

No answer. Only blackness. Goodbye, world.

Goodbye, Angel.

Goddamn bear.

I wrote a story called 'Like Henry' a few days ago. It was this scene from Rosalie's POV, and I wasn't sure if I would continue it or not. I think I'd rather continue this one, and keep Emmett's POV. Tell me if you think I should continue, or if you'd rather I continue the other story from Rosalie's POV.

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