Prompt: Dying
She was lying on the huge bed that was in the middle of his room. Her heart was
pumping annoyingly fast and she was sure that he could hear it. Hell, she could hear it.
He hovered over her, balancing his weight on his elbows. "Bella, are you sure you're
ready? Because you don't have to through with this now if you're not ready, no cross that
you don't have to go through this eve-" she silenced him by putting her finger to his lips.
"Edward I'm ready." She said in a sure voice as she ran her fingers through his hair. He
sighed and leaned down as if he was going to kiss her neck. "Bella Cullen, I love you."
He whispered, before he pierced her soft skin with his sharp teeth.