Books » Twilight » I Can't Make You Love Me
Author: music04goddess
Rated: T - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 5 - Published: 07-24-15 - Updated: 07-24-15
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I do not own Twilight or I Can't Make You Love Me.
This is just a quick little one-shot. And it's a songfic for I Can't Make You Love Me. Such a sad song, but it is one of my absolute favorites. If you haven't heard it before, I suggest listening to it before you read this. It is one of those songs that a lot of different artists have performed, but my personal favorite is Kelly Clarkson's version.
This is going to be a sad little story, but I hope that you guys enjoy it! It is an internal struggle that Bella is having over Edward. Please review and let me know what you think!
Edward and I went through the motions every day. People get used to a routine, and after a while, you don't even think about doing it. Everything is just normal by then. That's life for Edward and I. We spend the days with other people, but he always comes back to me for the nights. I hear the knock on my door, and know that it is him standing on the other side. As soon as I let him in, our lips meet and clothes begin to come off. The sex is always amazing with Edward. But of course, everything is always amazing with Edward.
It started one night when we were both lonely, but now it is just routine. Every rational part of me tells me that I need to call it off before I end up broken inside, but I can't lose the only part of him that I get. We don't spend our days together. We are strangers during the day. Edward and I run in two different circles, and neither of us are willing to change that. I get his nights, so that is something I will have to live with.
After Edward and I come down from the high of our orgasm, I feel his arm drape across my body. I move in closer because I know that will make his arms tighten against me. Edward kisses along my neck and I feel myself falling under the spell that he has over me. Neither of us speak because I know that anything he says will be a lie. I don't want to hear what he says while on the orgasmic high. If I hear it from him, I want it to be something real.
I wrap an arm around Edward's waist and kiss his shoulder. He is perfect; I just wish that I could call him mine. I know that he wants to make things clear with me that this isn't anything more than sex, but he won't chance me kicking him out. So instead, he holds me close to him and lets me pretend like this means something.
Edward made it clear to me a month ago that he does not love me and will not love me. Edward Cullen does not love, period. I mistakenly told him that I love him after we had sex that night, and Edward was quick to pull away. That was the only night that he did not stay with me. I made sure to always bite my tongue now because this Edward was better than no Edward. I'm not going to try and change his mind. He enjoys being free and playing the field. Every night, I feel myself fall further and further under the spell that he has over me, but I don't want to break it. At least this way, I can pretend like he feels something for me.
I close my eyes with my head on his chest because I know that if I look at him, he will give me a warning look. Edward stays with me all night, but is always gone the next morning. He wants to make sure that I know this is nothing more than a physical thing, and I just can't handle that tonight. So I keep my eyes closed and pretend that he won't be with someone else tomorrow. I can feel my heart breaking with the thought of him being with someone else. Touching her, kissing her, holding her. Tears gather in my eyes and I use everything in me to fight them away.
I feel his chest steady with his breathing, and I know that he has fallen asleep. That means that it is safe for me to look at his face without receiving warning looks. I carefully trace his face so that I can safely tuck it away in my memory. I can't keep letting him do this to me. He knows what I feel for him, but he keeps coming back because I can't turn him away. But I also can't destroy myself.
I have to stop this. For my own sanity. Tomorrow, I will lock my door, and I will not open it. Edward cannot keep doing this to me, and I have to be strong enough to not let him. I push the thought from my mind for now. I need to enjoy these last few moments that I have in his strong embrace. I feel the tears falling down my cheeks, and I lay my head down on Edward's chest as I feel my heart begin to break. I wipe the tears before falling asleep. Edward will be gone in the morning, and that will be the end. Somehow I will make it through because I know that I will never be able to force him to love me.
Please review and let me know what you think about this. I've never done a songfic before, so please review! Also, let me know if you would like this to become an actual story instead of just a one-shot! I'm not sure yet, but if enough people want it, I'll definitely get some more chapters up.