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I love you, my Angel

Summary:
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.


Notes:
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...


16. Chapter 16

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I waited patiently for a car to pass by slowly before starting to cross the street to get to my own vehicle.

“Bella! Bella, don’t do it!”

I hunched my shoulder, freezing. I shook my head. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard Edward’s voice. Yet, for some reason, this time the completion of the sound was just that much realer. Just that much more painful. Was it possible for the sound of his voice to become even more beautiful? There was nothing better than heaven, was there?

I closed my eyes, savoring the sound, just in case there was no heaven. If I was to go to hell those few words would be enough to sustain me for forever. Besides, it was too glorious to just be forgotten.

I quickly flipped my lids back and started towards my car again. The faster I got this over with the better. Besides, I rationalized, it was probably the sound of the rain breaking everywhere. Or maybe I was just going crazy.

“Bella!”

Very insane.

This time Edward’s voice was desperate and jarringly broken. Like the rain. It made something in me twist in a more than painful way. It hurt.

I unlocked my car and leapt in, closing the door, and shuttering horribly. I started the car and sped out of the parking lot.

E POV

The parking lot was emptying quickly. People were giving me a wide perimeter, God bless them. The students rushed from the rain and to their next class.

All except one. I saw the hooded figure pause in the rain. The person’s back was turned from me. It was her. I was sure. There was too much grace and elegance in her for it to be anyone else. But then Bella was moving away.

The movement ripped at me; I stumbled forward as if strings were attached to my heart and the opposite ends were strapped to Bella.

“Bella!” My voice came out strange and burned on the way out.

Why did she keep moving away? I bolted towards the car, all precaution on speed forgotten, but I wasn’t even able to cross the lot before the car spun away in a torrent of gritty water. Why did she have to be parked so far away?

Going to get the keys to the car from Alice would take too long. Bella could be that one step ahead that she needed. I was going to have to run after her.

I crouched low and sprang into the woods that lined the school and the road.

I took off quickly after her, staying in the woods but keeping level with the road. I ran as fast as I’d ever ran before; faster than when I did on hunts with Emmett; faster than I did on my own. I pushed myself harder than on a forsaken nigh when I’d tried to somehow outrun the agonizing memories of Bella so many years ago.

Bella’s car was fast, a slick porch that fled the borders of Forks so fast I was losing ground

on her rapidly.

“Stop the car, Bella! Bella!” I screamed louder than I had even thought possible. I was soaked to the core. The rain didn’t affect my footing, thankfully.

Thunder clapped viciously above.

I trailed behind even more. Losing, I was losing. The steady throb in my chest picked up its pace and intensity when I realized I was going much too slowly. Only once before had my supernatural speed failed me.

Bella was blowing away in the rain and wind.

I didn’t stop though; I made myself run harder, burning the image of Bella’s face even deeper into my being. Go faster for her.

And then I saw the only chance I would probably ever have—a bend in the road, only a few scarce miles from the freeway ramp. My last straw.

Bella slowed considerably to make the sharp turn and in that second I saw my opportunity and flung myself out of the trees and towards the car.

But she’d miscalculated the sharpness of the turn with the speed she was going. Her wheels were useless as they turned on the air and rain under her car. The car flew off the road, rolled twice, and wrapped around a large tree with a loud, metallic grating sound, almost like the sound of the world shattering.