This story is entirely the brain child of unique0987654321, I just put the pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard as the case may be). Hopefully it fulfills all expectations....
"I can't do it Bella, I'm sorry. I just....can't."
I gaze own at her beautiful face, her brown hair disheveled, her cheeks bight red, her lips swollen from my kisses.
"I can't risk your life like this."
A solitary tear wobbled on the end of her lashes.
"Edward...you promised."
"I promised I would try, love. I have." I lean forward stiffly to stroke the side of her face. "I can't let go with you, it would kill me if I hurt you. I'm sorry love."
She pulls her face out of my hand and it tears at my heart. "Well, change me then, you can stop worrying if you do that."
The thought of her, suffering through that kind of torture...I flinch outwardly.
"Why did you marry me, Edward?" she sounds so weary, my heart breaks for her and again I hate myself. I wish I could have stayed away.
"Because I love you Isabella. I want to be with you forever."
"Whose forever would that be, Edward, your or mine?" She pulls herself slowly up from the bed, scoops up her torn nightgown, frowning. Tosses it aside and rummages instead through her suitcase. I turn my head from the intoxicating sight of her naked body.
"Take me home Edward."
I can hear the hurt and rejection in her voice.
"Please."
I nod infinitesimally, speed to the lounge to collect the things we have strewn around. I bend down slowly to gather up her warn copy of Wuthering Heights. I flick through the pages quietly, listening to her muffled sobs as I run my fingers over the dog eared pages. I truly hate myself for this, for the hurt I know I am causing her. I try to comfort myself with the knowledge that at least it is not physical, emotional scars eventually heal.