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Tears Don't Fall

Edward must leave Bella, but Bella is reluctant to let him go.
Bella is overwhelmed with sadness. Then, she finds out she is plagued with an incurable illness. Can she keep Edward by her side until the very end? This takes place in around chapter 2 of New Moon. I wrote this based on nothing, so forgive me if the information is inaccurate. DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my own untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.

Mmm... I always wondered what would happen in these kinds of situations.

1. Chapter 1

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Edward’s back was to me as he turned and began up the path. My heart must’ve stopped beating with every step he took away from me. Tears begin to course down my cheeks and I knew that there might be one way I can keep him with me. Forever.

My mouth is dry as I open it to speak. “If you leave me, Edward, I might just take a knife to my wrists.” I am surprised as these words spill out. Edward stopped mid step, so I knew my rash words had done their job.

For a split second I wonder if he might come back and promise that he will stay, only as long as I do not do anything suicidal. But his cold glance only shattered my heart even further.

“You are better off without me.” His words are hard to catch as they spill out quickly. The rain begins to fall too thickly for me to see his eyes.

“Edward, please…” I whisper.

“Goodbye, Bella.” He turns to walk away again. “It will be like I never existed.”

“I love you, Edward. I always will.” Then, the darkness closed over my eyes and I collapsed in a heap on the cold dirt ground.

* * *

I woke up to the sound of many buzzing voices. I am in the hospital. Slowly I push myself up from the hospital bed. I know I am in the Forks hospital because to my relief, I can hear Dr. Carlisle Cullen’s voice in the background. I am overwhelmed with happiness that he has not left.

“Please send these results to the lab for further analysis,” Carlisle says to a fragile-looking nurse. He hands her a folder stuffed with papers and then she is on her way. Carlisle is walking into my part of the sectioned off room.

“Hello, Ms. Swan.” I raise an eyebrow when he says these words. Ms. Swan? He has never before called me that. I smile warmly at him and he smiles back, but his smile is tenebrous.

“Hello, Carlisle.” Then I add hesitantly, “How is Edward?”

“Edward?” He looks as though he does not understand my question. “Who is… Edward?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Edward… your… adopted son.” I answer, scrambling for the right words.

“I do not have a son.” Carlisle added swiftly. I think he has lost his mind. But in his eyes, I do not detect traces of a lie. My heartbeat, monitored by the beeping machine beside my hospital bed, goes crazy. Carlisle tells me to calm down and breathe deeply.

“Is she back there?” I hear a voice I never expected to hear again. My heart rate increases rapidly.