I love you, my Angel
The night Edward 'died' but he wasn't alone. There was someone beside him, begging him to stay the whole time, pleading with him not to leave her in the darkness of her world. AU.
Sooo....This can be a one shot....or it can't be a one shot....u choose.... I got the idea from listening to The River Flows In You and looking at an old fashoned picture hanging on my wall of a flower surounded building with lots of windows and a horse buggy outside....but I'm not really sure how that ended up as this....hmmmm...
1. I love you, my Angel
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Rain fell lightly, thudding on the carriage. The horses jingling and bustling drowned out the sound of the night. My heart was beating painfully fast.
He couldn’t die. I wouldn’t let him. He’d promised.
Magi sat quietly in the corner, watching me, cautiously worried. I didn’t care. Tears were brimming up around my eyes but I didn’t bother to wipe them away. They fell silently on my blue dress.
Anxious, I looked out my window for the millionth time. The Chicago streets were busy as usual, not even realizing one of god’s angels was on the verge of death. At that a sob almost wrenched it’s way out of my throat but I held it back. I had to be strong. For Edward.
I could see the long pebbled roadway from the street light’s glow. Flowers lined the large medical infirmary, window lights giving it a warm glow, trying to hide the secret of death it held inside. It was such a dark place in reality.
The horses jerked to a stop and I didn’t wait for Jeffery to open the door. I bolted out as soon as there was steady ground beneath me. I grabbed up my dress in my hands and ran towards the door, shoes clattering loudly against the paved walk.
I didn’t knock or wait up for Magi, just ran up to the desk. The place was busy, people everywhere, rushing to and fro. There was no one at the front desk. I impatiently pushed back one of my mahogany curls and started down the hallway. I’d have to find him myself. One of the nurses stopped me. “Excuse me, miss. Perhaps I can help you find what you need?”
I stumbled over my words but finally got out what I wanted. “I-I’m looking for Edward Mason. He--he’s sick and I have to see him.” I brushed away the few leaky tears.
Sorrow was etched in the woman’s face. She shook her head. “I’m sorry miss. He’s on the second floor. There are no visitors permitted there.” Her pail blue eyes looked up at mine in sympathy.
“No,” I whispered. They wouldn’t let people with the influenza have visitors. Edward couldn’t have that. It killed people! I lurched around the woman. There was no way I was going to let her stop me. I would see Edward! I ignored her protests and fled up the wood steps, holding my dress up from my clumsy toes. I couldn’t risk hurting myself now.
Thankfully, the second floor was smaller, only a few rooms. The tears were getting thicker as I looked in each room, eyes flashing over every face. None held the green eyes I was searching for. The last room--the fullest, six beds crammed in--held my angel.
I gasped at his face. It was pail, sweat thick on his brow, matting his bronze red hair to his skin. The skin around his eyes was red and puffy, closed. I rushed to his side, dress brushing with a soft swoosh.
I was afraid to touch him. Would it hurt him? My lips were trembling, on the edge of sobbing. “Edward?” I whispered, voice thick with tears. There was no movement, his chest hardly moving as it was.
Loud voices passed outside my door but no one entered and I let out a sigh, turning back to Edward. I nearly jumped. His large green eyes, so deep and lush, were watching me. “Edward,” I murmured, tears now running down my face.
His fragile hand quivered up an inch and I quickly took it in mine. It was burning hot but I grasped it as tight as I dared, savoring the feeling of his in mine. “You came for me,” He wheezed, voice hardly even a whisper.
I nodded, biting down on my lips so not to sob. “I’ll always come for you.” My voice was hardly recognizable over the tears and pain. “Edward. Edward, you can’t leave me here. I can’t live without you; you know that.” I stroked his fiery cheek with my other hand, body shaking with the held in tears.
“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to; you know that.” He repeated with a small smile. It seemed to pain him somehow. “Isabella Marie Swan,” He mustered, a strange glint entering his eyes. “Will you do me the honors of marring me?”
This was too much. We both knew he wasn’t going to make it out of this alive. I started sobbing, tears rushing down like a river. My head was handing, hair falling with the tears, mixed. “Yes, Edward, I’ll marry you.” I finally managed, looking up at his glowing green eyes that I loved so much.
He smiling wide now, not even wincing. “Splendid. Who should we invite? Not the Finches, of course.”
I laughed around my sobs. The Finches were crabby old neighbors that we used to spy on when we were younger and could play around freely. It was what Edward had been aiming for, laughing in a airy out of breath way.
“No,” I murmured, “Not the Finches. It can’t be big. You know how I hate big events.” I was picturing it, how everything would’ve worked out if so much hadn’t happened.
“Ahhh,” He agreed. “Of course not. A nighttime wedding though, with candles to illuminate your beautiful skin.” One of his trembling hands reached out and cupped my face. I leaned into it, holding it firm with the hand that had been running across his skin.
He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. My heart tripped. “Edward, I can’t do this. Can’t I die with you, meet you at heaven’s gates?”
The green eyes resurfaces, sorrow and pain blaring out. “I’m so sorry, my angel. I never meant to hurt you. I love you more then the world right now. I will forever. Even death can’t change that. Nothing can.”
My tears ran across my cheek and into his hand. “I know. It’s not your fault. I love you. Even when you’re gone and this world has lost it’s light without you, I will with the wholeness of my body and soul.”
I closed my eyes against the feel of his skin. The hand in mine relaxed slowly, slipping out of mine. My wail of agony filled the room as several doctors entered the room, pushing me aside. I protested, trying to get back to my angel. “No! He’s mine! You can’t take him!” I screamed, two doctors pulling me back. I thrashed against them, yanking and kicking at whatever surface I could find.
Despite my screaming, aside from my loud protests, the softest of whispers reached my ears, so faint and quiet I wasn’t sure I’d heard right.
“I love you, my angel,” It whispered before I sunk into darkness.
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