A/N : It's just a little fluff of course, I was bored and was doing my English homework when I came up with it. Please review? x
"Bella I have something for you," I said pulling out two roses. She stared at me gawkily like she didn't know who they were for.
"Roses?" Bella asked unenthusiastic, that crimson blush still plastered on her face. It was freezing cold and she still managed to go red in the face uncontrollably.
We were sat crossed legged in our meadow, and she seemed too satisfied to be here without talking or lying together that it worried me. I'd brought her here for an explanation, to show her why she should stay the same and grow older with me instead of being like me.
"Bella, this is a genuine rose" I said pushing forward the one I had cut from the woods. "Its petals are soft and alive but they can easily be ripped away, but it has thorns that can hurt you from time to time. Even though they die, and their petals will wilt, and they are undeniably hazardous to pick people still get them, even if they will have to say goodbye to them one day." I said, hoping she would follow.
"What about the other one, Edward?" Bella asked me, pointing to the one in my left hand.
"This is the fake rose, its petals are not alive but they will stay in ideal condition everlastingly. This rose cannot be broken like the real one, and it's dead so it will never die." I said placing the artificial looking rose in her open hand.
"There both beautiful, but where is this going?" Bella asked, turning her head to the side, and tightening her grip around the rose.
"Why is the second one beautiful?" I asked curious, how could the second rose be anywhere close to the beauty of the first rose?
"Don't you see? The first rose is just full of grief and pain because it will die soon, but the second rose is beautiful because it doesn't have that problem. It will always be with you, even when it doesn't want to be." Bella smiled at me as if I should have guessed her reply.
The first rose had been her, so beautiful and full of life, yet timid and easy to be broken. The second one had been me, the one that would never die but was not worthy in the eyes of the real rose. It had pleased me how Bella had found the second one also attractive, and she still had it placed in her tight grip.
"I don't want you to be like me Bella." I said steadily, beginning a new conversation.
"The first rose, doesn't have the same beauty as the second one. Its beauty will die in the end; it's a shame isn't it?" Bella questioned me, keeping away from the subject. "I'm sure if the first rose fell in love with the second one, he'd want her to be with him forever in a vase." Bella laughed at full volume.
"You make everything I say sound so stupid." I laughed, leaning back into the grass.
"I know you don't want me to be with you Edward, I'm sorry if I'm not worthy of eternity." Bella whispered.
I went stiff for a while, incapable of replying. Had she sincerely just said I don't want to spend forever with her?
"One day Bella, you'll understand that sometimes a plastic rose can't risk loosing the beauty of the real thing." I sighed, closing my eyes.
the end