The Man I Love
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.
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1. Chapter 1
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“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.
I smile distractedly; Edward is fluttering his lips like a butterfly over my collarbone.
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.
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.”
Obeying orders, I breathe.
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.
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.