Bella, always a damsel in distress, becomes capricious and takes matters into her own hands, for the sake of both their lives. OOC. Oneshot.
Yes, so I felt that, Bella being the very weak little human she is, needs a slight character change. She needs to be strong, stand up for what she wants and believes in. So, when Edward takes her into the woods in New Moon, I feel that instead of being all weepy and crying (which I am not doubting, I would do as well) she, fixes things. She has some sortof psychic-like behaviour, admittingly, to know what will happen if he leaves, but that is that.
It's a One-shot for now, believe I should continue with this slight storyline, please do tell me. Criticism always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Do not own any of Twilight or its characters. Tada?
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"No."
Her mind raced, wild with the discerning thoughts flashing with possibilities of different situations of this turn-out. Bella did not know where her courage came from unexpectedly, but she was going to use it full heartedly. Her insecurities were overwhelming, shouting at her to believe him, saying that she was never worth his time anyway, but she swiped them aside, following her instincts.
"You may be a good liar Edward Cullen, but I can see the truth of this residing in your eyes. You are going to break both of us, and I am neither a mind-reader nor a psychic to know this will be disastrous. Your family has been resisting you haven't they? Trying to convince you to stop yourself from doing this, because you believe you aren't good enough, too much of a monster for anyone, of course? This past week...as difficult as it is for me to admit, I see what is going through your mind, and it scares me. Do you want me to break down, shred by shred, slowly withering away to become a lump of cells with no intent or purpose? Because what you are doing, by trying to leave, you might as well drain me dry and dispose of my body like a ruthless animal, because the effect will be the same if you leave."
Her eyes were burning with a burning fire, almost enchanting and pleading, voice smoothly caressing with an undertone of what Edward detected was, no not anger, but passion. She always left him incoherent, confused, and lost with the direction of her thoughts as the mystery which lurks captivated him. Now, it seem as though she was the mind reader, digging out the insecurities he himself possessed, being the monster that he is. For once, Edward could not reply to what she said. He wanted to plead, he was prepared to at any chance, that she deserved so much better, so much more human than anything. More than 100 years of sin was burdened upon him, and he never felt that his past could be atoned. Why could she not understand?
"You don't understand do you Edward?" Her eyes were brimmed, as tears flooded down her cheeks, making it unclear for her to see. As hard as it was to remain motionless while the only person he ever
truly cared about was hurt, Edward covered his emotions with a stone mask. It was better this way. To be separate from those whose loving, caring nature could flourish and grow as a human life progresses. The intense planning he had carefully laid out did not arise on his lips as he fought to argue, convince Bella.
She was becoming desperate, but Bella remained in control of her emotions as much as she could. She had to get it across, of her desperateness, and if at all she failed, she would know that not all would go undone, and that she had tried to retain him. Then she would know, truly, that he really did not care, and the overwhelming truth that was threatening to crush her, that she wasn't worth it. Both glanced at each other, with a hungry look as they tried to preserve each other's faces, committed to memory as though it was the last time they would be together.
"I have always felt," Bella said with a shaky voice, "that you were too surreal, too perfect for me. I still do. Yet I know...I know that no matter what happens, I love you, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, and I always will. Nothing will ever change that, ever."
The edge of fierceness brought out the truth of Bella's thoughts in Edward's mind. In desperation, his resolve was slipping away without his consent, and he had to leave before anything else happened, but she had him absurdly captivated, as though hewas the prey, while Bella was the predator, keeping him as still as a stone, rooted to the spot with her deadly scent.. He recalled what Alice said, of the dire consequences of his actions if he were to follow through, but he could not bear to listen.
"You are too perfect, Edward. Yet I need you to know that I have never felt worthy of your love. But you cannot leave, I need you too much. You are essential to my survival as blood is to yours. This is all I...can say. Be happy, for you are the only one to hold my heart," her words were now coming out quickly as her breath quickened and her blood pounded to her eyes, blocking out all else. "You can...leave now, if you wish."
leave now
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leave now
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leave now
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The words echoed, reverberating through Edward's thoughts like a sweet yet haunting melodious bell, chiming for him to wake up, for once in his eternal life, and the words rose to his lips before he could stop it.
"Never."
It came out barely a whisper, so Bella did not catch it. But she could not miss the familiar protective look that crossed Edward's face now. She did not want to believe it, as she never could. Nothing else mattered, all else was hazy at this point. Their eyes locked, and time stood still as they edged closer to one another, grabbing each other's face in their hands, not so delicately, rather fiercely as though the other would disappear if their grip were to loosen.
Nothing needed to be said, as everything was said in those silent conversations through their glances. Their lives, together, were so precious, yet now grew strong and stable. Nothing could ever break them apart, for they both concurred that they would die otherwise. It was like Edward holding a metal rose, either it was together or turned to fine powder in his hands otherwise.
She held onto him, and it was not he who was comforting her, but the other way around. He buried himself in her chest, sobbing silently though the tears remained unshed for him. Bella cried, for both of them, for the dark future that could have been if the unspoken possibility if Edward left, a New Moon without the stars to guide, two souls wandering aimlessly without one another.
Edward thought to himself, though the bitter irony was choking him soundlessly. For once, he could bet against Alice.
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Chinny.