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This is the product of a write off ( random pairings matched with random lyrics for prompting ) with a friend. It was also timed, therefore it probably isn't as good as it should be.
These characters are not mine.
Edward x Bella
"Wise enough, wise man'll tell you a lie."
"You said you wouldn't leave me again."
I stopped in my tracks and stared at him evenly. I was trying so hard not to cry; I could feel the tears wavering behind my glassy eyeballs, daring to take a spring right out of them.
He caressed the fine line of my jawbone with a cool, soft finger; I turned away from it, making a choked noise in my throat that couldn't be considered pleasant.
"It's not you, Bella . . ."
"'It's me,' right?" The lump in my throat I was forced to swallow down bravely. Okay, Bella. Take a breath. One step at a time. "I thought we were through with that kind of stuff," I whispered, mellowing down. My gaze dropped to his chest, and I had the insane urge to bury my forehead into that stone barrier, as if trying to melt into him so I could somehow go with the vampire. Not so. I was excluded once again, and they – the Cullens – were leaving for the second time. Poor, pathetic little mortal Bella. They had to protect me from the dangerous, untamed jungles of Africa, and the giant man-eating mosquitoes in Venezuela.
I'd been through a lot. Couldn't they give me a break and stop underestimating me? Oh, wait. I was their regular decorated emergency. I forgot. "I thought this was true love."
He tilted my head upwards, not quite forcing. I knew his touch could suddenly turn perilous and he'd be able to crush my jaw between his fingers like a fly. But Edward would never physically hurt me – only emotionally by abandoning me.
The gravity finally allowed my tears to fall. One slipped down my cheek and collected just under my earlobe; he traced the sparkling trail of moisture it created with his finger and it immediately dried beneath his touch.
"Bella, listen to me. It won't be for long. And I want you to promise me something."
"Why should I promise you anything?" I bawled. "You already broke your promise."
"Because you love me." He set his amber eyes still upon mine, and I saw myself trapped within them. I couldn't possibly argue with that; it was true. And I was rendered useless within that gift, that curse, that impossible truth within a lie.
"Don't beat yourself up about my absence like last time. I don't want to leave knowing you'll only suffer," He continued, "which I still know you will."
I balled my hands into fists against his chest, but I had no desire to start taking punches at him. I'd probably only break my knuckles.
But . . . what will I do without you? I wondered miserably, having the overwhelming feeling of a drowning child, like the time when I cliff-dived and nearly died.
He claimed he couldn't, but this time he seemed to read my mind. "Maybe you'll learn to have fun with Jacob again," He muttered bitterly under his breath, adverting his lovely narrowed gaze.
"Edward!" I called out in distress, but he was already gone.