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Far Away

Summary:
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.


Notes:
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.