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Nightmare Angel

Summary:
Edward looks through Bella's window. He has been gone for six months, two weeks, a day, and five hours. He knows every minute because it hurts so much. All he wanted to do was see her one more time. What happens when he learns what he has done to the only one he will ever love? Image Hosted by ImageShack.us banner that actually shows up made by the FANtastic iris!


Notes:
This will switch between Edward's thoughts and Bella's. Disclaimer: I own nothing.


18. Angel

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I stand at the end of my healing and look into his eyes. He has brought me so much pain… but I love him. He has betrayed my foolish trust… but I cannot live without giving it to him. I should take myself away from him, but I can’t.

And he says he loves me.

And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.

“Edward.” I say. That is all, just his name. And it is so wonderful that the name causes no pain, that I can say it just like any other.

“Bella,” he whispers. “I don’t deserve you.”

I laugh. “I don’t deserve you. I’m nothing. But while you’re here… I might as well pretend you want me.”

“I’m a nightmare, a demon, but I might as well pretend I’m what you think I am.”

“All right.”

“Agreed, then? We’ll keep pretending until we realize that we’re not pretending, that I adore you and that your love makes me more than a monster.”

I smile. “Agreed.”

And we laugh together. It is a perfect music.

He takes my cool hand in his. “Oh, Bella. You are so beautiful.”

I wonder idly what my new form looks like. I suppose I am more than I was as a human, but still I can’t compare to him. He is absolutely perfect. His eyes melt my heart as he closes the distance between us in a single step.

His long arm snakes around my waist and softly pulls me tight against him. And he smiles down at me.

Then he bends down and his lips catch mine.

I can’t pass out now, but it’s too much. I almost attack him, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him as fiercely as I can.

And he doesn’t stop me. He holds me against him, and it just doesn’t stop. Neither of us needs to breathe now, so our kiss goes on and on. Finally, I break away reluctantly, realizing that I need to leave Charlie’s house before he comes home and finds two vampires making out in his kitchen.

Edward takes my hand. “I’m sorry. You have to leave.”

“I know.”

I write a note with shaking hands.

Dear Dad,

I’m so sorry. I can’t do this. I love you, but I can’t keep living for you. It hurts too much, Dad. I need him so much…

I can’t breathe, can’t think. Life isn’t worth living without him.

I’m going to Los Angeles to try to find him, to talk to him. I’m not going to get over this, Dad. I hope you understand.

If he takes me back, I’ll stay there with him. If not…

I guess this is a suicide note.

I’ll call you either way.

I am so sorry.

Love,

Bella

“There. I’ll call him in a month. If you’re still with me, Charlie will know I’m happy. If not, you’ll have to kill me before you go. Or I’ll go irritate the Volturi.”

“I will never leave you again.”

I smile. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, Bella. I have missed you and desired you and loved you and thought of you every minute. My life is nothing without you—you are my life. Will you, my dearest love, share forever with me? Will you be my wife?”

He produces a velvet box. I have no idea when he had time to go buy a wedding ring.

He opens the case, revealing a silver ring and an oval configuration of tiny diamonds. “It was my mother’s,” he explains, and I would cry if I could.

Edward slides onto one knee and offers the box to me. My parents are no longer an influence. There are no friends to laugh. I may have been raised to loathe the idea of marriage, but I was born to love Edward. This way I can call him mine with some sense of right. I smile and take the black box.

“Yes, I will. I love you.”

“And I you.” He slips the ring onto my finger and kisses my hand, then stands and kisses my lips again. “Forever.”

I look into his glorious eyes, warm, alive, and see no trace of any lie. I believe him

I have won the thing I needed most.

I believe him.

I trust him.

He loves me.

He is mine.

No matter what else, he will always be one thing to me.

My Edward.

My Angel.