Chapter One: Ten Days Till
Kissing helped some. It was an easy, enjoyable distraction for Bella, and that was one of the reasons why she kept her lips pressed to Edward's, though both of them needed to come up for air. The kissing helped her take her mind off things she didn't want to think about. It helped her ease her thoughts into something more positive. But even underneath Edward's soft, moist lips, the dreadful thing was still there. And when Edward would finally unhook himself from her tight grip, the thought seemed to resurface in her mind and cause the realization to come back to her in a shock. The realization that in ten day, Bella might be gone.
She wasn't quite sure what she had been diagnosed with. All she knew was that it was extremely rare and no research had been done in that area, thus they had no cure. So she was left to die. To all her and Edward's and all their friend's and familie's devastation, Bella had been left with no hope for a future, no hope to keep living after the ten days were up. It was horrible, but life. They couldn't do anything about it.
Edward lifted Bella up in a sitting position and tilted her head back so she would be looking into his eyes. Her face was pale and drained of all life. Her eyes were bloodshot and lazy. Her appearance lacking in the happiness she always seemed to have. Edward couldn't believe Bella, his Bella, had to go through with all this. If only he could do something, make all the hurt go away.
"Yes Edward?" Bella mumbled in her weak, dry voice, trying to smile.
"Nothing." Edward whispered, gently pulling her back in a laying position. "I just…I don't know, Bella. I don't know anything."
Bella chuckled softly.
"Edward, you're the smartest person I know."
"Yeah, but right now, I don't feel very smart."
"How come?"
"It's too complicated."
No, Edward felt stupid and murderous. He hated himself for all that he did. Because he knew he had something to do with Bella's sudden illness. He knew his mistakes caused all the hurt everyone who knew Bella felt. But no one but himself knew that. And he would have to live life like that until he died; knowing that he was the cause of the love of his life's death.
"Edward, I love you." Bella suddenly said, reaching over to pat his hand.
"I love you too," Edward muttered, but in his head he said: Don't love me, Bella. I'm not worth your love.
"And with you by my side, I'll get through this," Bella continued, trying to make eye contact, but Edward looked away.
With me by your side, you won't get through this.
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