Marriage. Holy Matrimony. Marriage. Holy Matrimony. Marriage. Holy Matrimony. Marriage. Holy Matrimony.
Gah!
I rolled over on my bed, unable to sleep. The fact that my wedding was about to be held in less than a week was more than enough to keep me awake. A roll play of my dreaded ceremony was unfolding itself inside my imagination…
Alice would have done a marvellous job. Too marvellous. Each post, pole, wall and chair would be covered in roses. I imagined Charlie, standing next to me in a stiff, tall collared suit. He would be nervous of course, sweating with unhidden terror at walking down the isle of a church now filled with people. And then there would be me in my beautiful 1918 wedding dress, the fragile lace now sticking to my body with sweat and perspiration. The organ would start playing.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Bella are you alright?" his low voice pulling me back from my dire imaginings. Absorbed back into reality, I sighed as I felt his cool fingers stroking my cheek.
"Yeah," I sighed, pulling myself closer into his arms, "Just vivid dreams, you know. The wedding's so close…"
He chuckled softly, tightening his grip around my waist.
"You'll be fine," he murmured, softly pressing his lips to the top of my head, "Alice told me herself."
I relaxed a bit then – Alice's predictions were never wrong. But then I remembered the reason why Alice could see my wedding in her vision; why it was not blurred by the presence of a particular person. Someone who held the small piece of my torn heart, taking it far, far away with him as he ran away. A small ball of heat uncurled itself from my heart and travelled up my throat, making my eyes sting with hidden tears as I visualised him in my mind; Jacob.
The crystal heart jingled unwillingly against the carved wolf on my bracelet.
A voice woke me up the next morning.
"Bella?" Charlie called from downstairs.
"Yes, Char- I mean, Dad?" Edward's brow creased with knowledge I hadn't heard yet. Something was making him anxious.
"Edward, wha…" he put a finger to my lips and gestured for me to go downstairs; Charlie must have been listening. I bent over quickly to peck him on the cheek, left him on the bed and ran downstairs.
"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Seth's waiting for you on the phone," Charlie looked confused, "He says it's something to do with his lost dog…"
Oh…code for Jacob has been sighted. My heart stepped up a knotch.
"Seth?" I clutched at the phone tightly, amazed I hadn't snapped it in two yet.
"Hey Bella," something was off about his voice, "How… are you?"
"Good," I started cautiously. Why was he acting so weirdly?"
"Well, I was ringing because," he paused, as if trying to sort things out before talking, "Do you tend to react badly when people tell you something bad?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Because Charlie probably shouldn't hear about this and if you scream…"
"I won't scream Seth," I swallowed loudly, "just tell me what's going on."
"Errr…"
"Spit it out Seth!" I was getting anxious now.
"Jacob was … shot."
The room was beginning to swirl.
"Bella?" a voice called me from somewhere in the shimmering distance, so far away.
And then there was blackness.
Why did I have to faint so easily?
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