Edward's POV:
I closed the black cell phone shut in my hand, clutching the edge of the balcony railing with the other one, cracking it. My thoughts screamed themselves aloud in my head, threatening to damage my mind.
As if I hadn't already gone insane…
A combination of sobs and screams built in my throat as my eyes closed, the vision of my Brazilian hotel room leaving me surrounded by a welcoming blackness.
The cell phone fell to the carpeted floor from my hand in shattered pieces, breaking along with the stone that was my heart as it cracked into a million fragments never to be mended together again.
Without her, I had no heart to love anyone or anything.
Beneath me, my knees became weak as I sank pathetically to the floor, wanting nothing more than to be holding my angel close to me, even if she was dead… gone forever.
In the darkness that was my current line of vision, a particular image filled my agonized psyche.
I was sitting on my knees in the worn, tattered suit that I was wearing right then, cradling a limp Isabella Swan in my arms as if she were a small child.
Her eyes that should have been open, shining with her brown orbs filled with beauty and kindness, lay closed without any signs of life. A silken, white dress clung to her soft, fragile body as my hand stroked her flowing brunette hair with as much gentleness I could muster in my state of inconsolable grief.
The screams I had held in my chest finally escaped me as my mind continued to show me the image of the cold, malicious killer holding an innocent victim in his murderous, undeserving arms.
In the vision, I leaned down and pressed my lips to the top of her head, whispering in her ear that I loved her and would never leave my love again as long as I existed.
My existence no longer planned to continue after these moments of furious anguish…
The image endured on with its process as I gently lifted Bella's head with my hand, leaned down, and kissed her frozen lips, hoping to revive the slumbering beauty…
She continued to lie motionless…
I forced my eyes to open as I growled internally. Even as a vampire, my mind was still able to fulfill what was left of my sanity with unconscious desires.
To hold my Bella one more time before I would cease to exist, having nothing else to "live" for anymore…
Struggling to stand up, I slowly rose to my feet and walked out of the room, closing my eyes once again to see the ending of my desired fantasy.
I saw myself stand up, holding Bella bridal style in my arms, her head hanging limp by my side and her arms dangling down.
It appeared that I was carrying her away, to give her a proper burial, to worship what I tried so hard to protect from harm.
Now, thanks to me, her resting place was at the bottom of the godforsaken ocean.
After she had died, I was sure that she was now a graceful angel in the kingdom of Heaven, safely in the strong arms of God.
That was where she deserved to be…
When I was in Hell, after I would die, I'd be watching my beautiful Isabella from the merciless pits of the eternally damned.