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The Man I Love

Summary:
For moments, the pain is a dull ache. In seconds, it changes to a quiet roar, and sharp pinpricks of fire. Then the real pain starts. A one-shot of Bella's pain during the transformation, and her love for Edward.


Notes:
This is my first story, so be gentle when reviewing!


1. Chapter 1

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 413   Review this Chapter

Bella PoV:

“Breathe,” he whispers in my ear.

I am lying upon his bed, breath coming to me jaggedly.

Tonight is the night. The night where stories end, but the characters keep on living.

The night of the change.

I clutch at his stone-cold arm, silently begging for intimacy.

He lowers his body besides mine, but still, he is careful and reserved; his body is there, but his mind is not.

As he presses his lips to my flushed neck, I become vaguely aware of Carlisle’s presence in the doorway. I open my eyes and look to him. An unasked question lingers in my eyes, and he nods. The time has come, the time when Edward is going to change me.

Change.

I smile distractedly; Edward is fluttering his lips like a butterfly over my collarbone.

Change.

I lift my husband’s head from the crook of my neck. Looking into his eyes, I give the cue for the moment to happen.

Change.

I am ready for this change.

I urgently press his lips like ice to my neck.

I whisper in his ear.

“Do it, Edward. I’m ready. Do it, now.”

He kisses my flesh twice.

“I’m going to do it now.”

I nod.

Obeying orders, I breathe.

He bites.

*+*+*+*

The days pass in a blur.

For moments, the pain is a dull ache.

In seconds, it changes to a quiet roar, and sharp pinpricks of fire.

Then the real pain starts.

*+*+*+*

After the second day, I stop screaming.

My throat feels as if it had been rubbed relentlessly with sandpaper.

My bones feel as if they have been broken a thousand times over.

My skin feels as if it has been exposed to a supernova of flames.

But my heart.

My heart.

It beats rapidly.

Not it pain, or excitement.

But in love.

In love for the one who has saved me from a life of nothing, it beats.

*+*+*+*

The third day is the worse.

The knowing that it’s almost over, but not quite.

It bears on my mind, the fact that soon I will share an eternity with the man who caused me this hell.

The man who reduced me to a writhing mass of flesh and bone.

The man who waits for me by the bedside.

The man who I love.

*+*+*+*

I awake to a pair of arms wrapped loosely around me.

The pain is completely gone, like a morning fog.

I glance into the eyes of the owner of the arms, and grin.

He is no longer cold.

He is warm.

He is the man who I love.