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Tears Don't Fall

Summary:
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.


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


2. Chapter 2

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I twisted around uncomfortably in the itchy hospital bed sheets. Then a Greek God emerges from the curtains. “Edward,” I whispered. The Greek God looked at me with a confused look across his flawless face. My heart skipped a beat. Then I looked at his white doctor’s coat, wondering what he was doing posing as a doctor. “Why are you wearing that?” My tone sounded rude.

“It’s a common practice for all doctors,” He said, eyes still inquisitive.

“Doctors?” I gulp.

“Yes. I am a doctor. It says so on my university transcripts.” Edward answered.

Then it hit me. Edward did not know who I was. Carlisle did not know who I was. Well, not personally. I was the only human who knew their deepest, darkest secret, and they did not know this. I looked into their golden eyes and felt pain; the most intense pain I had ever felt. My body twisted in grotesque angles as I struggled against the pain.

“She’s going into cardiac arrest - Edward. Help restrain her.” Carlisle commanded. “Her heart can’t take the stress.” Though I was so close to death, I had never felt so alert. Pain erupted through my chest in violent ripples.

Then the pain began to fade.

“Edward…” I whispered, hoping that maybe, maybe, he might respond.

“Mr. Swan,” Edward said. I had not seen Charlie enter the room. “Your daughter… has been diagnosed with an aorta dissection. In simpler terms, it means a flaw of the heart. She’s dying, Mr. Swan.”

“Oh god…” Charlie muttered. I felt his papery hands against the bare skin of my arm. “She’s all I have in the world…” I heard him say. “How long does she have?”

“I’d give her six months.” Edward said, coldness creeping into his voice. My heart didn’t bother this time to give a response. It had probably been too worked up and had stopped far too many times.

“It’s so strange. It says in her medical files that she’s been fine up until now. I wonder what triggered this.” Carlisle said aloud. I knew exactly what triggered my medical condition; Edward left me. He left me because he didn’t love me anymore. But in my current state, I could not speak. I couldn’t even cry.

Why was Edward doing this to me?