This story will be accompanied by soundtrack.
1. James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover
PROLOGUE
This Was The End
Thursday, October 17, 2013
"Bella?"
I heard his soft voice filled with fear and desperation, but I didn't turn around. I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent tears from falling over the edge, but my attempt was vain. I couldn't contain the pain anymore.
"Bella, please," he was pleading. "Please, baby, don't go."
I started sobbing. Really? Was my new-found emotional instability going to make it even worse than it already was?
I felt his gentle touch on my arm. "Bella, love, look at me, please. Just look at me."
Fuck. I couldn't fight his touch. He gently turned me to face him, but I refused to look up. He was still holding my arm and with his other hand, he pulled my chin up. When my gaze met his, I lost everything I had to fight him, every argument and every reason for leaving. When I saw those eyes, now slightly coated with a liquid glaze, that saw every fucking corner of my heart and soul, I couldn't find a single word to say, that major reason why we needed to say goodbye. Fuck. How much I loved this man? I would die for him.
"You can't leave me, Bella, you are… you are the only thing that matters to me."
I looked away to compose myself and then looked up, because I had to say something. "No, I am not."
His brows furrowed, and I saw how much he wanted to argue, but couldn't. Because I was right. I wasn't the only thing.
"My love, please, just…" he lost his words, his hand going into his hair.
"Just let me go, Edward," I mumbled, looking away, because part of me wanting the exact opposite. "Just let me go, don't make this more painful than it needs to be."
He pulled me to his chest and I should fight him but - to be honest - I didn't particularly want to. There was no strength in me and no willingness because I knew very well that this might have been the last time I felt his protective embrace, the last time I could smell him, the last time I could enjoy this kind of intimacy. His hand rested on my head, while the other stroke my back. I felt his lips in my hair.
And I started crying like a baby. With noises, sobs and big fat tears now all over his linen shirt.
"I can't…" he breathed. "I can't let you go, baby."
"You know I have to go."
"No, you don't."
"Edward, please…"
"Fuck, Bella!" he cursed, but there was no anger. We had argued already. He knew there was no other way.
We knew it.
This was the goodbye.
This was the end.
A/N Dear readers, this is actually my first story. I probably passed the biggest craziness around the Twilight fanfic, but I hope there will be some souls who appreciate it and leave a review or two. I welcome constructive criticism and some tips and tricks ;) I know, this prologue doesn't tell much, but it's necessary. See ya!