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Twilight by Thriving Ivory

Summary:
The song Twilight by Thriving Ivory is an amazing song! This fanfiction goes through Edward's decision to leave Bella!


Notes:


1. "Show me what it looks like outside your window at twilight."

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Twilight by Thriving Ivory

Edward’s POV

As I watched her sleep, many things passed through my mind. I got up and looked at the sky. I could only think of one thing that might work to save her from what I am. But could I handle it?

I recall a long farewell, and time to choose. So we part like rivers, baby, yeah, like rivers do. But I still talk about you, though, and wonder how it is your life will unfold. Show me what it looks like outside your window at twilight. Show me what it looks like.

I stared at the wall, letting the pain have me. There was nothing else I could do. I had to leave her. She was better off without me anyway. I was only putting her in danger.

I recall driving home. This ain’t going to hit me until God knows when. Though, I feel it in my bones, and I wear it on my skin. But there ain’t no use in right or wrong. A heart must go where it belongs. Show me what it looks like outside your window at twilight. Is it me that you see dancing on the line singing “I could be yours if you would be mine,”? Come on grow old with me, and surely you’ll see. And I remember thinking that boy you must be dreaming so hold on, hold on before it’s all gone.

What was I thinking? What was I doing. I couldn’t leave Bella. She was my life. Isabella Swan was the core of my existence. Without Isabella Swan my life wasn’t worth living. But I couldn’t-wouldn’t- damn her to an eternity of bloodlust. Her life would go on without me in it.

And I do remember thinking that your world would go on spinning without me now so go on, go on, please.

I laid next to her again. The next morning, I started gradually distancing myself.

“Do you have any idea what this will do to her?” Alice asked when I went back home.

“You couldn’t possibly hate me more than I hate myself, Alice. She’ll be much better off without me putting her in danger,” I replied. Carlisle and Esme walked down the staircase.

“What’s going on, son?” Carlisle asked. I lowered my eyes to the floor for a fraction of a second.

“It’s time to go. We need to move away from Forks, far away,” I said gravely.

“Why?” Esme asked. She was thinking about Bella. Rosalie and Emmett were the next ones to descend the stairs. Rosalie was smiling.

“Now that may have been the best idea you’ve had in a very long time, Edward,” she said, sounding surprised. I growled at her.

“It’s not safe for her. I never should have came back when I left in January. All I’ve done is put Bella in danger, and she deserves better than that. I won’t condemn her to this lifestyle. We must go and leave her be; as soon as possible,” I said, trying to conceal the hurt.

Don’t do it, Edward. This is my fault. I’m the weak link. Don’t do that to her, and don’t do it to yourself.

I ignored Jasper. My focus turned to Alice. “I’m sorry, Alice, but no. All of you need to leave a few days before me, please.”

“She’s my best friend, and I don’t even get to say goodbye,” Alice yelled. “Are you trying to kill her, or save her, Edward?” with that she turned and ran out the door. Jasper followed her. Rosalie smiled with true enthusiasm.

“I’ll start packing. Come on, Emmett,” she said joyfully. I almost attacked her right then, but Carlisle’s thoughts broke my concentration.

Are you sure about this? You love her, Edward.

I nodded. “Sometimes, when you love someone, you really do have to let them go,” I whispered. Esme sobbed dryly, and Carlisle put his arms around her. I walked away from them, right past the piano, and up to my room. I had some planning to do, and I was going to hate every second of it.

Show me what it looks like outside your window at twilight, yeah. Show me what it looks like outside your window at twilight. Is it me that you see dancing on the line singing, “I could be yours and you would be mine,”? Show me what it looks like. Show me what it looks like. Show me what it looks like. Come one grow old with me and surely you’ll see.

The day had finally come. I dragged my way through it, and all to soon it was over. It was time to say goodbye. I steeled myself for the hardest thing I would ever do, and told my sweet, dearest Isabella goodbye forever.

I recall a long farewell, and a time to choose. So we part like rivers, baby, yeah, like rivers do.