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Don't Cry For Me

Really really really really really really short thinger on the night Edward comes back and spends his first night with Bella, during New Moon

Yeah....so I'm trying to clean out my Fanfic closet, and I found this tiny thing and thought I'd put it out there XD

1. Don't Cry For Me

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I wait quietly in the darkness of her room. I can hear her footsteps in the bathroom, and Charlie snoring across the hall. She tip-toes back to her room and I vaguely wonder if she realizes that even her angel’s toes can stir emotions in me.

The door creaks opens and our eyes meet. I see her face freeze and her heart thumps louder. She’s trying to make herself believe it’s not a dream, that I’m here. I don’t move. It’s still up to her. She can throw me out now and I’ll know I deserve it.

“Edward…” she murmurs, her eyebrows pulled together, a slight frown on her face. I rush to her immediately and fill my senses with her. Wrapping my arms around her, I let myself drown in her scent before I realize she’s stiffened up.

“Bella?” My voice cracks. I calm myself before speaking again. “Are you okay?” She nods.

“Tell me again,” she says. My stomach drops. She wants me to say something. My mind goes crazy. I have to tell her. I have to make everything right, but what do I say? What does she want to know? What will make this pain go away? What will make her trust me? How can I calm her fears when her fear is because of me?

“Bella, I’m sorry. I love you. I never should have left. I was foolish and stupid and thought that I would save you by leaving your life. I was wrong. I need you. I love you. I-” She stopped me.

“I know. Just give me some time.” My heart broke. This was an acceptance to my apology, right? But why did it feel so harsh? Why did it feel like she told me to go? Like she’d screamed in my face? If anything, this felt worse because looking in her eyes, I could still see her broken heart mending itself.

She pulls me to her bed and lies down. Tentatively I lie beside her and she pulls my arms around her.

“Stay.” Her voice shakes slightly, and instead of being a command, it sounded more like a request. I almost broke into a rambling speech, but I know she didn’t want that, so I lean in and press my lips to hers. It was a short kiss. She pulled away and smiled, “Thanks.” She rolls over, still in my arms. After a while, her breathing slows, and I’m left alone to hate myself.

I was supposed to protect her. I was supposed to be forgotten. I was supposed to leave her alone and be strong. But I couldn’t. She was so strong, even after I tore her down and ripped out her heart. I’d given her my own, but what good was a stone in an angel’s body?

“Edward,” she whispers in her sleep. I’d heard her talk in her sleep many times before, but it’d always catch me off guard. “Please…” I lean over her body, careful not to put any weight on her, to see her face. A single tear runs down her cheek. A tear shed because of me. I reach out and catch it. It glistens in the moonlight. I wish I could save it. No part of Bella should be lost. The little tear felt like part of her soul to me. Something that should never leave her body.

“Bella,” I stare down at the tear. “I-…Don’t cry for me…”