Right then...first fanfic! Please enjoy, read, tell me what you think etc etc...
(first paragraph and a bit from new moon page 361)
I do not own Twilight - woe is me.
"No! Bella, no!"
My ears were flooded with the freezing water, but his voice was clearer than ever. I ignored his words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would I fight when I was so happy where I was? Even as my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold, I was content. I'd forgotten what real happiness felt like.
Happiness. It made the whole dying thing pretty bearable.
The current won at that point. I was dragged down, floating in brine and bliss. My vision was dark, my ears rang with Edward's voice – that was musical, even in anger - and I felt strangely warm. I had the strange sensation of being pulled down by many hands, by cool arms that wrapped around me, vaguely reminding me of Edward's embrace.
Ice cool water rushed into my lungs, and in my mentally altered state, I felt my consciousness slipping away. For what, for some strange reason, felt like the last time, I remembered. I remembered my first glimpse of Edward, his black eyes filled with hatred. I remembered Alice's dancing step, Jasper's wary distance. Emmett's booming laugh and Rosalie's hostile glare, Carlisle's calm control and Esme's loving smile.
I remembered Edward's breath as it blew across my face, his liquid eyes when he dazzled me. I remembered the small movements that were too quick for me to catch, how he would always catch me. His crooked smile, his melodious laugh, the emotion that shone from his eyes when he told me he loved me. I remembered his straight face, devoid of care when he told me that it had all been a lie, that he didn't love me.
He wasn't there to catch me this time when I fell.