T O R N A N G E L S - prologe
"Bella! Oh no, Bella, no!" his voice screamed, almost inaudible; like attempting to scream with a mouthful of cotton balls. His lyrics were like chiming church bells, clanging against eachother with every word. That's where I'll turn up; dressed up in black silk, lying in a carved box lined with off-white lace.
Lifeless.
T O R N A N G E L S - chapter one
"Edward."
"Bella."
I crossed my arms across my chest, staring him down as he sat comfortably on my unmade bed. His ankles crossed, hands resting at his sides, Edward looked at me with his topaz eyes; unbearable. Not suprisingly I found my lungs aching for air.
"Charlie didn't take that well," I began, examining the stunning ring glistening on my tiny finger.
He stood, closing the distance between us and hugging me tighter than I believed he would. Tucking my head under his chin, I felt his marble lips kiss my hair. Intertwining, I wrapped my arms around his stone frame, resting my cheek against his chest.
"He wasn't actually that suprised," Edward stated, taking my head in his hands.
I never really rolled my eyes at him, except now. I pecked a kiss on his lips and pulled away from him. "When is it?"
"August, I believe. Alice has everything ordered."
I imagined the baby-pink ribbons hanging from the pews, pink-orange roses dotting crystal vases, edges folding over like the side of a 17th-century map. My mind went empty.
August. Two weeks from now, I was to behold myself as a married 18-year old. Then, shortly after, I will be officially titled apart from the world untruthed by everyone. A vampire.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, reaching out towards me, grasping my hand with his cold fingers,
tangling them together. He tugged lightly, so I wasn't facing outside my window anymore,
but gaze locked onto his.
"Bella, you're worried." He commented, answering his own question.
I sighed, risking taking my chocolate eyes away from his. My little gesture was small but big between the relationship we held.
"I just can't believe it. Two weeks, Edward."
He took his hand and cuffed it around my cheek and under my chin. "But isn't it what you wanted?"
"Of course I want this, Edward. If it means being with you forever."
The air conditioning was nothing compared to his cold-to-the-touch skin,
paper-like but as hard as a boulder. Holding me, I shut my eyes as tightly as I could handle until they were hurting. Tears trickled down my cheeks and stained my eyes as fainted red.
My emotions bubbled up inside me in quiet sobs, my stress bursting with
salt and water like streams down my face. Everything about the wedding was coming at me in different directions, different angles. The worries that have haunted me from my decision; from the night Edward had proposed,
had vanished.
Everything is fine. I kept telling myself, calming my growing fears. Stress overcame me with a foggy haze clouding my eyes. Blinking uncontrollably, I tried to look away from the horror slamming into the window.