Disclaimer: I do not own this rubbish nor do I care who does….
AN. For Boo Boo (yes it's all your fault!)
p.s this is my first and possibly only twightlight fic hope you all like
The shiver, the unconscious rebellion of her body. The beat of her heart. The fire burning behind her eyes was all it took to break him. She was prefect. His little puzzle box, his personal obsession. Her pale skin glowed in the dark like the sun. Her hair hid it's hint of red under the cover of the starlit sky. If it wasn't for the soft breath like cloud submitted into the cool night air, she could have been one of them. He wanted her more then ever before, and that's why he was here. He had to end this.
He stood still behind her, his fingers trailing down her spine. She spun with her lack of grace, stumbling over her own awkwardness.
A small smile crawled across his lips. He didn't utter a word. The soft glow around her died.
"Edward?" Her voice was no more then a whisper. The pace of her heart racing now. He frowned, she knew but still she refused to see.
This would kill her, he would kill her.
He would give anything to stay, to be with her but it was nothing more then a broken dream. He couldn't stay.
He wanted to lie and pretend that it was going to work out fine, they would work out ok. But they both knew the truth, it was spoken with the soft plea in her voice. As it was on his.
"Bella."
This was killing him, the pain in her eyes. He wanted nothing more then to tell her how he loved her, but that's not what she needed. He had to be strong, he had to be the one to walk away from this.
Or else, he truly would kill her.
It was only a matter of time now. Such a precious thing, time. Something he had thrown away so thoughtlessly but now when he wanted it, it was gone from his grasp. As he looked into her dark eyes, he wondered why she had feared it so and now he knew. It was like sand slipping through his fingers, just like the wind blowing away from him. She wasn't for him, she had a chance for a life, something he could never offer her. He wanted to lie to himself, to her, to say it was all going to be ok but he couldn't. Not this time.
It was his own fault, he should of walked away, if only he had stayed away. He felt the aching pain in his chest that he thought had died long ago but when he looked at her he felt it.
He blamed himself for this whole mess. His hand slide up her back, coming to rest of her shoulders.
She looked so frightened, like a little lost lamb.
She was so young, so naïve. Her innocence was like a drug to him, pulling him in time and time again.
"Edward?" Her voice cracking almost destroying him right there.
"I can't stay." His eyes fluttered shut as she let out a dry sob.
She pulled away from him, hurt written across her face.
"Bella." He reached out for her. In that second she turned and ran. His eyes closed for the second time this night. It had to end this way, so why did it hurt so much?
He sat silently where he stood, his face a blank mask, hiding the emotional battle going on in his head.
He would walk away from this, she would be thankful one day. She would age and find love again. He felt the bitterness sitting at the back of his throat.
If he didn't leave, she would never find the strength. He stood, leaving.
But his heart remained.