Even now, so close to death, she was beautiful.
Her heart shaped face littered with scrapes and wet with tears, her pink cracked lips- the upper slightly bigger than the lower, just like mine- in a perfect 'O'. Her cute button nose, leaking blood. Her eyes, big and warm brown and so expressive, looking at me in horror.
So beautiful, my Bells.
I hold her stare with my own blue eyes; cold and hard and not beautiful at all, not like Bella at all. I try to smile at her through the blood gurgling out of my mouth. I try to tell her I love her, to tell her I'm sorry I couldn't protect her. I try to reach for her hand and hold her close and never let go. I try to breath with my punctured lungs.
I try, and I fail.