I sat near the fire place of the room with my feet propped up on the table, my arm around Bella's waist. I loved moments like this, almost as much as I thought she enjoyed them by the even, steady beats of her fragile human heart.
She was zoning out on the fire, perfectly at ease and I could watch the dance that the flames preformed. My eyes were trained on her.
"How long do we have." I knew what she was talking about and I froze, my eyes troubled and saddened that she seemed to be so at ease about her own death. Her expression portrayed no emotion as she turned her head to the side to look at me.
"Not long…" I glanced away.
This world is nothing short of lunacy. A world where dieing is meaningless, vampires and Werewolves roam free and people are so oblivious to it all. In a world such as this, could it actually be labeled slain?
Why did this happen? Why was my one true love marked for death? Why couldn't it just pass her by? I remembered. Remembered the way it was before this all started. Thrashing it around in my head……….
"Bella!" I beckoned for her. "We are going to be late for the wedding!" Graduation had brought with it many changes. Though Bella was still human for the time being, that was to change…and soon. Sooner then what I liked.
Bella had decided-against my warning about Jasper and her being human-to move in with us, living in my room which I was more then happy to share with her. She'd been here almost a month now and I could already see that she was becoming more and more potent with her attacks on turning me.
But, today we put are arguing aside in light of the current happenings. A wedding.
"Edward, do you really think I should go Edward?" She spoke as she hobbled down the stairs in her beautiful dress and heel ensemble. "You know how Rosalie feels about me Edward. Maybe its best that I stay here."
"Don't be ridiculous Bella. Rosalie has to adjust. She is not one for making fast changes. Besides that my love, Emmett would be crushed if you didn't show up." I did know how Rosalie felt though.
Rosalie was not happy with Bella's decision, even before she moved in with us. Rosalie's temper began to reach its bowling point when she did though. She stayed in her room for weeks until Esme convinced her that it was in the best interest of the wedding that she come out.
"He probably only wants to see me fall," She mumbled. I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh. Nothing I could do could stop it, I kept it low and tame, though.
"Quite possibly." She was finally down the stairs before I realized the time. We would be late if we didn't get moving but I didn't want to. Bella's beauty over whelmed me all of a sudden and I could see my expression in her glistening eyes. I was seriouse, pained and torn.
A part of me wanted to fulfill my side of the bargain that she had set now but the other side nagged at me-the voice familiarly sounding like Rose-Reminding me of the wedding.
"You look beautiful Bella. More then beautiful." Her cheeks turned cherry red and she was looking down, playing with a part of the dark blue, silken dress.
I smiled the smile I knew she liked and laughed a bit, taking her by the waist and leading her out to the car and placing her in the passenger seat.
"Bella, I love you." I spoke seriously and tilted her head back to kiss her. Her heart raced and she kissed back. The monster nagged but it was a little easier to ignore and I was almost as happy as Bella.