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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.

8. Chapter 8

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Today is my wedding day; a day I never expected to come so quickly. I never expected to get married at 18, but if I am to be married to Edward, it doesn’t matter how old I am when I marry him.

Edward looks flawlessly stunning his black Armani attire. The Cullen family is sitting in the front pews. I look to my father, who is walking me down the isle today, and smile at him. Charlie smiles back at me.

When we reached Edward, my father kisses me on the cheek and pats my hand, which was still draped over his arm. He shook hands with Edward, and gave instructions to take care of his daughter. Then he drifted over to his seat next to Renee and Phil. Renee dabs a white lace handkerchief to her perfectly charcoal lined eyes, and leans closer to Phil.

I can’t believe my dream finally came true. I am marrying Edward, and we are going to be together forever. The fact that I possibly don’t have much longer to live does not cross my mind. Edward hasn’t let the topic of me becoming a vampire creep into any of our conversations. Today, I have decided that I will not bring it up. I love Edward, and I respect him. Nothing can ruin the moment.

Edward and I say our vows, and then, still clear of the lines Edward has drawn for our physical relationship, he kisses me, and then swings me into his arms. He’s careful not to hurt me; I am very fragile. More fragile than before.

Then the joyful buzz from having just said my vows wears off when Edward and I find ourselves staring into the beady black eyes of a werewolf. A low, guttural growl escapes is heard, I’m not sure if it’s from Edward or the monster. All I know is that I’m going to die.

The people in the street cry Romeo,
Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
With open outcry toward our monument.

Lady Capulet - Romeo and Juliet