Disclaimer : Stephenie Meyer owns the characters and books.
Hello !
I am a french student. As I have difficulties in translating from French to English, I am looking for a good English beta-reader to correct me and teach me the secrets of the English language. This fiction is already over in French.
I will publish one chapter each Sunday.
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PS: I love You, Edward
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Natasha Nox
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Chapter 1 : A Merry Christmas
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I was unhappy. Nothing, anyone, couldn't understand the distress and the melancholy that haunted me. Every morning I got up and had lunch and then I prepared to go out; once my cadaver-like face cleaned up and the clothes putted on, I was wandering about the streets of Forks. But that day, I refused to go out. Hunched in the leather sofa, I sat down in front of the television. This was off and that's what I wanted. Anyway, I doubted even my TV could switch on again one day. I had not used for a long time the remote television since that night. The night I fell asleep on the sofa on the Edward's arms; the night he fell asleep and never wake up. I remembered my sob the next morning to discover that the chest of my beautiful lover no longer heaved. No beats, no breaths. His full and cold vermilion lips had slightly whitened. His warm, soft skin was completely cold. I tried to open his eyes, hoping for a reaction from him. But that was over. Edward Cullen, the love of my life, left me. And although this event took place ten years ago, I could still see every day his dead body on the sofa in front of the television during the night, that night.
Wherever he is, I hoped it was a better world. Every Sunday, I placed a candle in Forks Church, praying that his soul finds refuge in the paradise. That day, yet it was Sunday, I did not go to the Forks Church for the first time since the death of my husband. Wrapped in my duvet, I suddenly heard the doorbell resonate in my flat. In a quavering voice, I warned in my presence. When I got up, my bones cracked and I winced; then, with a heavy tread, I dragged myself to the door. I opened it and saw on my landing Mr. Black, an old friend of mine.
Are there something I can do for you, Bella? You want me to take you to church? It is already half past ten, Jacob Black suggested me. His smile filled me with happiness. His happy smiling. I refused politely. But he insisted "My friends of poker game, Quil and Embry are at home. It's Christmas Eve, we prepare Christmas Eve Dinner.". I bitterly replied: "I do not want to see anybody.". Jacob sighed. He knew I wasn't celebrating Christmas Eve for ten years. Christmas Eve was for me a completely different symbolic: my Edward had died that day. My friend excused himself and returned to his apartment.
And I closed the door. I get back to the sofa and let me fall. On the armrest, I put a notebook and pen. Without hurry, I took the pen and began to write: "Edward, my dear Edward,
One day, I lost you. I suffer you died, you would not have wanted me to live wallowing in self-pity. But I cannot live without you. I do not want to live without you.
Stranger, that the state in which I feel. Foreign to my country, foreign to my apartment, foreign to myself. ". However, I was not satisfied and I crossed out the last lines then I put down the paper and pencil. I was not inspired.
We were one person and you are dead. Do you know how my words are ridiculous compared with my feelings? The hole in my heart grows every day. Do you know, my love, I've been thinking about my death? When I was a little girl, I thought to die from a serious illness like my aunt or a heart attack like my father Charlie. But I believe that my death will be quite different. I think I'll die alone, slowly.
Or, I will die during my sleep quietly at least. Like you, Edward.
And do you know what would be my best Christmas gift this year? This would be to join you. " I folded the paper and wrote one last thing on the reverse. Outside it was dark. I didn't know what time it was but I could hear the kids in my neighbor's family, Newton's family, who ran everywhere. I got up and walked on many drafts of the letter. In approaching the window, I saw the houses in my neighborhood which twinkle with Christmas decorations lights. I opened the window and put a hand out. After a while, I let go the letter and it flew in the wind. Freezed, I closed the window and drew the curtains before rolling me again in the covers of the sofa. When I returned to the living room, I cried out fearfully.
My Edward Cullen was waiting for me. My eyes were filled with tears, I smiled and I ran to meet him. He took me in his arms. His touch was cold, his skin was hard and icy. Like a dead body. But I didn't let him go. I was happy.
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-.- Not far away, a little girl named Alice was walking with her mother to discover the beautiful Christmas decorations of Forks. While they were walking, the child found a piece of paper on the floor that she picked. Above it, she read a short sentence: "PS I love You Edward." She unfolded the letter but did not have the time to read it when her mother summoned her to throw that piece of paper that was lying on the floor. Even if she was sad because she did not fill her curiosity, Alice dropped the paper and joined his mother.
A few minutes later, when there was no one to testify, the piece of paper caught fire, leaving no traces of One love, of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan.