And because I love you all for reviewing... Here's the sequel to 'Tears Don't Fall'. I apologize if I take longer to write this, I am plagued with Writer's Block often. Bella awakens from a long sleep, but finds that she does not remember Edward. Will Edward take this chance and leave Bella so to never hurt her again? Or will he spend her last waking moments with her? DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.
Ah... This idea hit me like a brick wall. I'm doing this for all the people who want me to continue 'Tears Don't Fall'; but also for myself. I want to know how this will carry on.
8. Chapter 8
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The air blew against my face before Edward’s finger gripped the window switch and stopped the flow of cool air on my skin. “You’re going to catch a cold,” His cool fingers caught my wrist before I opened the window again. I slouched deeper into the seat and gave a faux pout. Then we were in front of Edward’s house again. I found myself thinking, wondering why I had not seen the rest of his family in the last few months.
“Where’s your family?” I asked Edward curiously.
“Emmett and Rosalie are in France, for their… I don’t know - millionth honeymoon? Esme and Alice are visiting Tanya’s family in Denali.” Edward explained. I couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t mentioned Jasper. I knew exactly why. He was the reason that the werewolves attacked Edward in the first place.
I remembered Edward having mentioned that Emmett and Jasper had come to his rescue… So where was Jasper now? “What about Jasper?” I asked innocently, subconsciously trying to provoke my even-tempered angel. I didn’t speak another word when I saw his pale skin stretch white against his knuckles on the steering wheel.
“Jasper…” His voice was dripping with contempt. “I don’t know. Probably off massacring villages in Europe.” I remembered being told that Jasper had the newest member of the Cullen family, and often had problems with his self-control. My hand hovered over his; I was debating with myself whether or not to give him a comforting pat.
Then we were at his house again. Edward insisted that I move as little as possible; he was always demanding that I use the custom made wheelchair he had imported from Australia. It had comfortable leather seating and a joystick for me whenever I wanted to move myself around. For now, when Edward was by my side, which just so happened to be always, he wheeled me around. I didn’t mind, really. Having my angel by my side 24/7 was more than I could ask for.
We went up to our shared bedroom and without Edward’s help; I changed into more suiting clothes. I emerged feeling fresh and clean, dressed in white cashmere and pressed ivory slacks. Edward’s eyes lingered on me.
“You look… so… perfect.” Edward said, pressing me into my wheelchair. I sighed, saying for the hundredth time that I could walk perfectly well. That was a lie; I could hardly walk without finding something to trip over.
Edward wheeled me into the garden. We moved up the path to a serene gazebo; something Edward built for me a few brief months ago. The inside of the gazebo was cushioned with lush, red satin pillows. The gazebo was built so perfectly; not a drop of rain ever touched the inside of the wooden structure.
“It’s so beautiful…” I said, getting up off the wheelchair and absorbing the rare, fresh sunlight. Edward’s skin glittered like a thousand diamond facets were imbedded under the marble surface where the sunlight touched him.
All of a sudden, something dark and sinister flashed in front of my eyes. I fell back in shock.Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? -Tybalt - Romeo and Juliet