Note from the author: do me a favor. Before you start to read this story, change the font to Helvetica, change the page with to ½, and make the font a little smaller. I hate the default view.
Edward wouldn't stay with me the night before the wedding. I was drowning in anxiety, but he was clearly content and ready for what lied ahead.
"It's tradition, Bella. You know how I feel about this. And besides, we don't need anymore bad luck," he had explained, smiling. "Imagine: the next time we set eyes on each other we'll be becoming husband and wife." He looked so prideful from that thought and I didn't want to let him down.
I had stopped flinching at our future titles after what seemed like endless weeks of planning. Of course I wanted to be bound to Edward, but I couldn't grip the fear that came from thinking of being held down to the man I love more than anything. I love you but together forever makes it too hard to breathe. Those two thoughts and feelings didn't make sense and shouldn't have coincided yet they did…inside of me. I could never tell him. I wouldn't explain that to him, even if I had been capable of understanding it for myself.
With a soft kiss at my door, Edward left for the night.