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.
4. Chapter 4
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I am awake to the fabulous feeling that someone is sitting beside me. I open my eyes, and there sits Edward. For a minute, I dare to think that it is the first few months of our relationship all over again, and he remembers every conversation we’ve ever had. In his hand is my hand. He is inspecting the crescent-shaped scar on my hand; the one that I got when James bit me. It is the one that is always just a few degrees cooler than the rest of my skin.
“Good morning.” Edward said in his musical voice. “Where did you get this scar?”
My mind tried to process his question, and then I come up with a cheap excuse. “I fell off my bike when I was nine.” I lied. I hated lying to Edward. I had never ridden a bike before. I could’ve got that scar a million other ways.
“It’s colder than the rest of your skin.” Edward commented.
How perceptive of you. I wanted to say this out loud, but I bit down on my tongue and just looked out the window, as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “I’m feeling a lot better today.” I lied again. My chest was throbbing with pain, but I didn’t feel it necessary to point this out.
“I’m glad.” Edward smiled. He is radiating a ‘We’re just friends’ vibe, which I don’t like. My mind wanders, and I find myself wondering why Edward and Carlisle don’t remember me. Then I regret thinking about this as the pain only gets worse.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked, knowing that he did not sleep at all.
“I slept great.” There was too much behind the voice. I could see in his face that he worried that I saw through his lie.
“Thank you for staying with me,” I feel too stiff and formal when I spoke the words.
“Remember to fight, Bella. Fight for me, Charlie, and yourself.” Edward said before getting up to leave. My heart skips a beat, but Edward doesn’t seem to catch the irregular skip in beeps. “I’ll see you later.” He reached down and squeezed my shoulder in the gentlest of touches, and my heart rate speeds up erratically.
I’ll fight as long as you’re by my side. I thought, staring at his perfectly arched back as he walked out of the room, possibly out of my life. I had only maybe at most, six months more to live. And I would cling onto Edward as humanly possible.
Carlisle entered the room, the nurse filing in after him. He checked my paper readout, and then frowned. “Bella, what is causing you so much stress?” He asked, concern crinkling his marble forehead.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders to the best of my ability.
“Please relax and recover, Bella. We’re very concerned about you.” Carlisle’s forehead did not relax with his comforting words. I couldn’t help but notice the we in his sentence.