Bella finally goes through her transformation, but it leads to problems amongst the Cullen family. Bella decides to leave. Fifty years later, she runs into THEM again. What will happen between our favorite couple?
OK, so this is my first time writing in this style. So be kind. I normally write with more emotion, getting more into the character, but I wanted to try writing this way. I hope it turned out OK...
9. Chapter 9
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I followed Edward, growing more and more nervous with each step. It had been fifty horrible years since I had left him, and a small part of me wondered if it was even slightly possible that he didn’t completely hate every molecule of my being.
He led me outside, to a small clearing by his house. He walked to the middle, before turning towards me, a million emotions clashing in his topaz eyes.
Neither of us quite seemed to know what to say, and the awkward silence stretched on. I resisted the urge to simply run back to the house, to Alice, and Emmett. I was much more comfortable around them. I knew they didn’t hate me. But with Edward?
I wasn’t at all sure.
“It’s been a long time,” I finally whispered.
“Bella,” Edward whispered, his eyes closed. His face was carefully composed, and his voice was too even for me to trust. “Where have you been?”
“You heard me talking to Alice,” I said in a low voice. The awkward silence continued, becoming very uncomfortable. I became desperate to break it, then.
“So, have you…” I trailed off, and then changed questions. That one was too painful. Knowing whether or not he had moved on was too painful for just now. I asked another question instead. Less painful. “What have you been up to, then?”
His expression remained carefully blank, but his eyes showed the pain that I had put him through. I resisted the urge to throw myself into his arms and beg for forgiveness.
“In fifty years, you haven’t done anything?” I said skeptically. He didn’t smile.
“Not really. I stayed at home, got rid of some stuff I didn’t need or want anymore…” he trailed off, the pained look coming back.
“Alice told me that you don’t listen to your music,” I told him. “Why?”
He didn’t answer me. He looked like he wanted to ask me something, but was hesitating.
“What?” I asked him. “What is it?”
He still hesitated, but then spoke, very swiftly, so that I had to concentrate to catch his words.
“I don’t suppose you’d tell me why you ran.”
I froze. He was watching me carefully, seeming almost afraid of what my answer would be.
“Edward…” I trailed off. “I ran… because that was what was …best,” I finished quietly. It was for the best. I broke my heart, ran from the one thing that mattered most to me in this world, to protect him.
“What was best?” This sparked emotion in him. He seemed almost angry. He laughed once without humor. “Bella, you devastated everybody when you ran. How is that for the best?”
I closed my eyes, taking a deep, slow breath.
“I was ruining your family,” I whispered, reliving the painful memory as I spoke, barely able to have a voice at all. “Your family was falling apart because of me. I just… I had to leave. I couldn’t stand seeing so much harm come to your family.”
There was a rustling of the leaves, and I opened my eyes. He was right in front of me, taking my hands and looking me directly in the eye. My breath caught.
“Bella,” he said, holding my gaze. “The only harm that had come to our family was when you had left it. You can’t imagine how sad everybody was. You did absolutely nothing to hurt this family; why you should believe so is beyond me.”
I shook my head, sure that he was wrong. “Before, with Emmett-”
“Emmett has a temper, and it had nothing at all to do with any actions on your part,” he interrupted. “Bella, why is it that you’re so set on believing that you were hurting our family?”
I picked up on the word ‘our,’ and became dangerously close to hoping.
“Because it’s true,” I insisted. “Because of me, Rosalie ran away, and Emmett attacked you, and then me…” I trailed off.
I chanced a look at his face, his glorious, beautiful, perfect face, to see that he was not angry. His expression was soft, kind.
“Bella.” His voice was pure velvet, and his gaze became more intense as he spoke. “I swear to you that the only pain you caused us was when you left. You can’t imagine how painful it was, for me to watch you leave, for you to run like that, and then simply disappear. For fifty years, it was absolutely miserable. And then I saw you, in the lake, as if my some miracle, but you ran again. You avoided me, time and time again. I have to ask you – Why?”
“I was… I am… so torn, Edward. On the one hand, I left for a reason, and a part of me kept telling me to leave, so that I wouldn’t hurt you all more. But on the other hand…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “I’m so confused.”
And then he kissed me.