A/N: Welcome all. This is the sequel for my story "Wicked Games." "Let It Die" is a song by Foo Fighters that I do not own or claim to own. The Twilight series is brilliant, and I don't claim to own that either.
Just a rule of thumb for this chapter only, italics are Noelle's thoughts.
Reviews are welcome and heavily encouraged.
Ciao.
They said that if you love something, you should set it free. That if it comes back, it's yours to keep and cherish forever as you had planned. If it doesn't, it was never yours, and everything you poured your soul into was a lie. Another disappointment. Another bloody scar. Noelle shuffled in the snow beneath her boots and inched towards her new friend. Anxiety filled her center with no apparent relief to be coming anytime soon. Edward's head drifted to stare in her direction, jaw set, giving me an affirming nod. I can't afford to think like that.
With her shattered heart beating fast, the boy beside her placed a hand on her shoulder to make her realize she wasn't alone. Another hand found the way to her knee cap in the midst of her drastic, irrational, racing thoughts she should probably stop having. With the tender touch, Noelle lovingly recited the words alongside the girl who shouldn't have knowledge of things so dark, "For I love the name of honor more than I fear death."
Once more, Edward turned to give her the same look. His arm was locked firmly around Bella's waist. With lock of vision, Edward's brow furrowed, "You've made up your mind?"
"I'm going to fight until I die," she declared, crossing her arms and organizing herself mentally for what would eventually come. Her world was a spinning white mess and she couldn't help but assume those scars had gotten to her head. The pale, but strikingly olive colored hand removed itself from her shoulder, and they shared a reassuring glower with each other. His deep red eyes were so innocent. They were all innocent.
It's about time I died for something innocent.