"Choose your last words. This is the last time. 'Cause you and I, we were born to die."

—Born to Die, Queen Lana Del Rey

"It's gonna hurt." I warned him, biting my lips to suppress my cry, using all the left strength to lift the gun and point it at him. He smiled, for real this time.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not." A new voice cut in, yelling from across the pool.

The familiarity in it made me know right there whose it was. I couldn't decide whether to curse thank the person. 'Cause its presence probably would complicate things further.

Edward was the first one to turn his head. And soon I watched how those green eyes impossibly got wider. There was mix of anger and panic in them. It was almost involuntary that I followed his move. Likely out of curiosity. Or convincing myself that I didn't mishear the voice.

Well, no, I heard it just right.

It was her.

With the glory of her beauty, cold stare and hard expression, standing confidently, facing both me and Edward. Gun in hand and it was aiming at me.

"Rose, what are you doing here?" he hissed lowly, but loud enough for us to hear. Danger radiated out of his body. He was far from pleased. The man even might be pointing daggers at her right now. Her gun scared the shit out of him I could sense his fear.

She ignored him and looked straight at me.

"You can't shoot him." She threatened. It was a warning. Her way to tell me that she wasn't joking around. Her face was dead serious, but I didn't lower my gun. I couldn't do that. I didn't want to do that. Because I had made up my mind that whatever happened today, it was the end, the final. No more run away. Enough for the pain. "Forgive him. You have to forgive him." She softened a little. A hint of desperate could be heard vaguely on the background.

"Or what?" I asked the question just to challenge her. To tell me the answer I had already known. To say the words out loud.

"I'll fire." She replied. Easy, casually. Like this shit didn't burden her at all.

Of course, it didn't.

My death was far from her concern right now. She was more than ready to kill me since the very beginning we met. Since my existence meant more than necessary. She had a hundred and one reasons to do that. Between our frequent hateful exchanges and current physical fights, I was aware how she itched to pull the trigger as soon as I opened my mouth.

Fury was clear in those eyes.

If only we were both alone in this room….

…and I didn't have gun pointing to Edward.

"Go ahead." I didn't back out. I would not.

"Bella…." His whining made me glance back at him. Face was worried and powerless. He didn't expect it would turn out like this. Those greens were frantic and crazy. He looked like he was about to lose his mind. Like the thought of me dead in her hand was too much to bear.

"Don't test me, Swan. This is not a bluff." She snapped, furious as hell that I was unfazed. But beneath it all, I knew she was afraid. Her eyes told me so.

"Why don't you shoot me now, Rose? So, he doesn't need to die?" I inquired innocently. Yeah, really, that was the right thing to do to save his life. The moment she stepped between our little drama, she should take the chance straight away. What was she thinking?

Rose was silent. While Edward…well, he was angry.

"Stop saying shit like that." He growled, taking a step toward me until the tip of his gun kissed his left chest. It was the least his concern, though.

I ignored him.

"Why, Rose? Now I begin to doubt your hate to me." I fueled her.

She frustratingly took a deep breath before replying. And I would be lying if it didn't send a wave of shock down to my spine. "Forgive him, Swan. Make this work. Getting back together or whatsoever, I don't fucking care. Just don't, don't kill him. It doesn't have to end like this."

She truly cared for him. Or more, even. Unsurprising looking back at all of the efforts she had done. She had her reasons. And it was absolutely not to fix whatever relationship I and Edward had. It was bigger than that. She was trying to save her soul from saving him.

Love was such a dangerous and manipulative game. It held too much power you weren't even aware you had lost the moment you dived in.

"Aren't we so ironic?" I laughed bitterly.

I was met by silence. Because this situation indeed became crazier, hard to process.

His stare was unreadable yet burning just the same. And then I was under his beautiful spell again. We were digging in each other's mind, searching for the truths and way-outs. But, it was a chaos inside. I tied my tongue, waiting for him to say a word. Anything.

He stared and stared.

Taking his time.

A cloud of sadness started to replace the dark flames that were once in those greens.

I hated to witness it.

I hated everything I did.

I hated everything he did.

When he inhaled deeply, I began to suffocate.

Our tear rolled down at the exact same time.

"Bella…"

I couldn't speak. I couldn't find my voice.

"I'm sorry." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. His hand made its way to my face, palming my cheek to wipe away the tears. I nodded mutely, feeling the roughness of his skin against mine. Just like I remembered. Only not it was too warm for my liking.

And all of a sudden I had the urge to touch him. My hand reached his wrist, holding it in place for dear life. I craved for the closeness. This limited contact wasn't enough.

"Don't you dare to die here." He whispered, pained at the thought.

I didn't know.

I couldn't promise him anything.

Instead I moved his hand from my cheek to my stomach. His face morphed into confusion. He didn't have any idea what I was about to tell him. And I knew I wasn't prepared of how he reacted.

But he had the right to know.

Ready or not.

I could not look at his eyes.

I could not bear looking at the sorrow I would cause.

So I looked down to our joined hands instead. Saying the words that had weighted tons in my head for months. "I'm pregnant, Edward."

The short sentence crashed all of tough walls we had been built. Adding the salt in our wounds. Making us reconsider our decisions.

"W-what?" I averted my gaze to anything but his eyes. I could tell he was still processing what I was saying. He was in the big shock. "Bella, what are you…."

He gulped loudly. His heart beat so fast I could even feel it.

I looked up and regretted.

I wanted to take back my words.

He had never looked this vulnerable before.

And I hated to crush the false hope that began to appear.

The gun was pressed harder against his chest to tell that it wouldn't change anything. Then I pulled the trigger nanoseconds later.

Everything happened at once.

Just like I imagined, but less hurt.

The moment I fired, she fired. The sharp bullets ripped through our bodies with such velocity. Numbing the wounds in our shattered hearts. We were falling to the ground. And for the first time, we didn't have the need to get up and face the bitter reality.

Because we were about to escape, running away from here.

Our blood was spilling, spreading wider all over the floor. We made a pool of red and were sunk deep inside.

It became hard to keep my eyes open. I used all the left energy to look for something. Those emeralds were the last thing I wanted to see before the darkness infinitely took me from here. I got weaker by a matter of seconds. And I was lucky I made to turn my head to where his body laid still.

Those eyes were staring back at me. Deep and longing.

I cried and choked out of my blood.

His hand made a hard effort to reach mine. I followed the movement until we met halfway. Our fingers touched just barely. Those sparks were still there, enough to prolong our limited time.

He swallowed thickly. His skin was pale as ghost. The breaths were short and irregular. Blood was draining out his body. I was aware I wasn't much better.

We were running out of time.

Then his lips moved, uttering the three words for the first time but also the last. It was hardly audible, but I could read it clearly.

Tears were streaming, joining the dark stain beneath our bodies.

Each hand was searching the other, longing for the warmth.

And before our eyes closed forever, I mouthed it back to him.

I love you too, always.

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