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Sunset of Hearts

Summary:
As the sun sets, it is the ending of a life. Sure, lives end every day, and new ones begin. But on this twilight, the sun was setting on the most important life in my world. But, it was also dawning on a new life as well. The only catch was, those two lives were both the same. What if Bella had come to Forks, and Edward and his family were human? What if they were like every other family? But, what if they were unfortunately pulled into a dark situation, that was to transform them into the thing of their nightmares, and inconsequentially, something darker than they had ever dreamed of? And what if Bella was the one to keep Edward going through all of this? Basically, what if Edward and his family were human in Forks? (Were being the key word.)


Notes:
Okay, I know that, if you read my previously completed story, Daylight, I promised an entirely different story. But, I felt a different inspiration to write this one. So, here it is.


8. Chapter 8: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

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BELLA

“Yes, it’s me,” I replied quietly.

I had no idea what the hell I was doing. All day I’d thought it over, changing my mind dozens of times before finally deciding what I’d do. I couldn’t believe I was calling him, specifically him. Was I insane? The answer to that was simple: yes. Yes I was.

“So…” he paused momentarily, “what’s up?”

“Well, um…” I chose my words carefully to avoid sounding imbecile-like. “I noticed you weren’t at school today.”

“Yes, I have the flu,” he replied, and I heard the congestion in his voice, and the way his velvety voice became raspy around the edges.

“Are you okay?” I couldn’t hide my true concern.

“Yes, it’s just a cold. My fever’s already going down.”

“That’s good,” I replied, sounding stupid although I was trying not to. “Will you be in school tomorrow?”

EDWARD

“Yes, I’ll be there. I’m feeling better already,” I said truthfully.

“That’s great!” I could hear her smiling.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she said exasperatedly, as if she’d said it a million times now.

“That’s good. I was worried about you. I mean, you did hit your head pretty hard,” I replied, truthful again.

“I was worried about you all day,” she replied sadly.

“I’m fine, it’s just a cold,” I replied, although it was a lie. Well, it was a cold, just not the kind she had in mind.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she said genuinely. I could hear the worry seeping through the cracks in her voice. “I missed you,” she whispered softly.

“I missed you, too,” I replied. I felt my face get hot.

There was an awkward silence. I bit my lip before speaking. “I was thinking about our…um…date, and…”

“Yes?” She sounded as eager as I felt.

“I was wondering if maybe you-” I stopped. There was a loud thump and angry whispers from outside my door. “Would you hold on a minute?”

“Sure,” she replied disappointedly. I set the phone down carefully, and tiptoed to my door as quietly as I could. I bent my ear to the keyhole and listened.

It’s my turn!” Some one hissed.

Wait a minute! He stopped…” I flung the door open.

Kneeling by the doorframe with a glass cup turned around and pressed to her ear was Alice, and behind her were Emmett and Rosalie. They looked up like little kids that knew they were in trouble.

“GET OUT OF HERE,” I screamed, chasing them down the hallway as they ran for their lives. “IF ANY OF YOU TRY TO LISTEN IN ON MY CONVERSATIONS EVER AGAIN, I’LL MURDER YOU!” I shook my fists in anger.

I returned swiftly to my room where the abandoned phone beckoned me. “Hello?” I breathed into the mouthpiece.

“Yes?” Bella replied. It sounded like she was stifling laughter.

“I apologize for making you wait – I had to deal with some eavesdroppers.

“Yes, I know. I heard you yelling.” She let her giggles escape now, sounding more like a laughing cherub than a human.

“Did you really? I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“No, its fine,” she said through her fits of laughter.

“It’s just-” I was cut off by a loud crash from the phone’s earpiece. “Bella?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you just drop your phone?”

“No, I thought that was you!”

My blood boiled. “Alice,” I warned.

There was a feminine groan, loud enough to be heard through the phone and from the other room. Then there was a click as she reluctantly hung up.

“Alice was listening?”

“Yes,” I growled. “I don’t know what they’re so interested in. You’d think they’d never heard of two people talking on the phone together.” “Really,” she agreed with a laugh.

“Now, where were we before being so rudely interrupted?”

“I believe we were making plans?”

“Oh, yes, of course. I was wondering if maybe you would like to see a movie with me,” I said nervously, feeling my palms sweat.

“Sure,” she exclaimed excitedly. “When?”

“How’s Friday at seven?”

“That’s perfect. Seven would be great,” she replied breathlessly.

“Great.”

~

BELLA

I waved as he walked away down the narrow pathway and was consumed by the green shrubbery. Staring at the spot he’d once stood in, I was consumed by sadness at his departure. However, today was Thursday; meaning tomorrow would be Friday; bringing me closer to our date.

When I’d regained my control of my thoughts, I turned and entered the Gym, where I then entered the locker room. I swirled the combination lock, and then felt the snap as the dials locked and my locker swung open. I turned and dug around in my bag for my Gym suit. My hand brushed across a small square of paper. Curious, I brought it out.

On the front, written in neat script was my name, and when opened I found a rather extensive poem written in the same hand.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more

temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds

of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a

date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven

shines,

And often his gold complexion

dimm’d;

And every fair from fair sometime

declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course

untrimm’d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou

ow’st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in

his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou

grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to

thee.

--Sonnet 16, William Shakespeare

Love, Edward

My breathing caught in my throat and I read it over again. And again. My heart was pounding in my chest as I melted. That had to of been the sweetest thing I’d ever gotten! In my backpack at least.

I strode into the gym absent-mindedly, daydreaming of the Friday night to come.