Hi guys, this is my first attempt at fanfiction so I hope you like, please try it and let me know. Thanks.
P.S. Stephenie Meyer owns the characters im just messing with them.
Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don't patronize
Don't patronize me
'Cause I can't make you love me If you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark in these final hours
I will lay down my heart, and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
And I can't make you love me
If you don't
I'll close my eyes and then I won't see
The love you do not feel, when you're holding me
Morning will come, and I'll do what's right
Just give me till then, to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight
And I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
And here in the dark in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no, you won't
And I can't make you love me
If you don't
Ain't no use in you trying
It's no good for me baby without love
All my tears, all these years, everything I believed in
Baby
Oh yeah
Someone's gonna love me
~ Bonnie Raitt
Bella brushed her fingers over his beautiful bronze face, sweeping up his strong jawline and fine cheekbones and finally curling into the familiar comfort of his silky ebony hair. He was so peaceful like this. perfect even.
But she couldn't do this any more, tears tracked her face as that realisation hit, she adored him, god oh so much but it wasn't enough. never was. never would be. he had crawled into her bed at 4 am "just to hold her" and then promptly passed out drunk and reeking to high heaven of other women. Again. Bella was so stupidly in love with him that she just snuggled into his chest and cried as quietly as she could to the backdrop of his strong beating heart. but this kept happening
more and more, in the past few weeks something had changed, he already had a wicked temper but now it was quick and cruel. Last night he had finally dragged himself home at 11 pm to find her waiting with a meal that she had cooked hours previously, his response to her tears and accusations was to hurl the carefully prepared meal – his favourite – at the wall behind her. She fell to the floor and sobbed while the china plate and meal dripped and smashed onto the floorboards. He had looked at her fire burning in his eyes and shaking badly, turned on his heel and left and hadn't returned until 4, no apology, no remorse just a slurred "I jus' need to holds you bel", he hadn't even noticed her things were packed.
With a sigh she sat up and looked down on him. Stop doing this to yourself, she berated herself, he doesn't love you and you cant make him, its been 6 months, just leave while you can, neither of you are happy. She leaned down and brushed his temple with a loving kiss, Tears of her shattered heart landing in his hair like dew and then fading into the silky blackness.
"I love you, no matter what, you hold my heart, but I cant do this any more baby I tried. I tried so so hard" she whispered brokenly against him.
Climbing out of bed and dressing as quickly as possible before the morning light started to filtered in and woke him she grabbed her bags, and quietly shut the door with a snick that was so final it might as well of been a sonic boom.
She whispered into the darkness.
"Goodbye Paul".