This wasn't the death she imagined at all. She imagined, perhaps, dying in His arms, being able to hear His voice soothing her; never telling her it would be alright, but coaxing her on. Letting her slip off without false pretense- leading her into thinking that everything would be alright like so many foolish people did. She could almost hear Him whispering slowly to her,

"Sleep, Bella."

Sleep.

And so she did, falling into the darkness that had seemed to haze her vision; never hearing the thunderous scream that escaped Him as her limp body fell to the ground.