Bella was about to jump to her death. My Bella. I had caused her all this pain and hurt in attempt to save her. I couldn't do anything right. All I could hope was that I wouldn't be too late. I couldn't be too late. I am taking an official break from this story. I might finish it eventually, but no guarantees. I am currently working on a re-write of this story--See author's note (Chapter 8) for details.
This is my fantasy New Moon. It picks up right before Bella jumps off the cliff. The title is after the Nickelback song, which I suppose could serve as a theme song for this story. Enjoy!
1. Please, oh please, don't let me be too late.
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I ran faster than I ever had in order to get to Bella in time. I was on Quilette territory, so if they caught me, I was dead. Thank goodness for Alice’s vision, or I wouldn’t have known where and when to come save Bella. All I could do was hope that I wouldn’t be too late. But, what if I was too late? The Volturi would be my only option. I couldn’t live without the knowledge that she existed. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
I was nearing to the cliff where Alice said she would be. Bella’s exuberant scent struck me like a bowling ball, despite the fact that she was still several miles away. She hadn’t jumped yet, thank goodness. I ran even faster, probably from the adrenaline, to make those last three miles before she jumped. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
Bella’s scent kept magnifying, meaning I was getting closer. I was less than only a mile away now. I could see her. She was rolled up the balls of her feet, the wind blowing the rain into her face. She was paler than before I left her, far too skinny, but more beautiful than ever. I couldn’t believe that I did something like this to such an amazing creature. But that wasn’t the problem. I was almost there, and she was about to jump. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
I was a quarter-mile away when I heard it: Bella’s scream. I caught my breath in horror, than ran at hyper-speed to the edge of the cliff, only to see faintly Bella’s petite figure sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I knew what I had to do; I had to jump. I crouched down to get more spring, then launched myself into the air. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
I crashed into the dark water and started to thrash around to find Bella. I caught a glance of her hair, and began to swim directly towards her. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
I was only inches away from her, and over 30 feet below the surface. I could hear her heartbeat slowing, and I knew that I needed to get her to the surface soon. I reached out and grabbed her fragile wrist. Her skin was almost as cold as mine. I swam with Bella in my arms as fast as I could to the surface. Her heart was weakening with every second. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t. I lost her once before, and it was the most painful experience of my life. This couldn’t end with her death. With a newfound determination, I sped to the surface. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
My head broke the surface; Bella’s followed right behind me. She wasn’t breathing, but her heart was still beating weakly. I exhaled in frustration. She would live. I would save her, even if it were in the way I dreaded. But that was only if I was too late. Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.
Please, oh please, don’t let me be too late.