this is new!! hope you like it. a third chapter that will be up soon was part of this, but i decided to make it 2 chapters... enjoy!
I woke with a start as my alarm started blaring from the corner of my room. It was the sound that made most happy people grumpy in the morning. The same sound that makes you want to go into cartoon mode and take a sledge hammer to it.
I grumbled incoherently and stumbled out of bed to turn it off. "Ugh," I grunted as I realized the time. 7:30 am. Normally this would have never bothered me, since I am an early riser, but also normally, I get a better night sleep than last night's.
I'd spent half of the night reading, rereading, and mulling over the letter that may very well change my whole future. The other half, when with out noticing, I dozed off, I spent dreaming and fantasizing the different ways Edward would sweep me off my feet.
The first time I fell asleep, around 2 am, I dreamed that Edward came rushing in and proclaimed, "I love Bella! I always have. I object!" Then he proceeded down the isle a bit too fast for a normal human, and literally swept me off my feet. He rushed me out through the door, leaving everyone flabbergasted and speechless.
I woke after that around 2:45 and read the letter some more. I fell asleep again, an hour later, and fantasized that I was the one to say, "I object!" People were yelling in this dream so I had to scurry out in the midst of all the commotion. I opened the double wide doors and rushed into the street where a shiny Volvo and an unmistakable face waited for me.
The third, longest, and probably the most unrealistic dream was one of Edward stopping me before I even left. I was just out the door, shutting it behind me, when I turned and saw his car. He must have noticed this, because he, gracefully as ever, stepped out onto the pavement. Possibly for the "human" effect, he turned his head from side to side looking for cars. As if he would ever need to do that. He walked across the street, straight towards me, holding my shocked gaze. He's really here, I thought, or rather dreamt. He approached me slower, the closer he got, and stopped a few feet in front of me.
"Bella," he whispered. "I…" he trailed off, his brow furrowing, his eyes filled with question, confusion, and longing.
"Edward," I replied. Edward is here, within touching distance. I could take three steps and be in his arms. But he left. He hurt me. I moved on. Could I really forgive and forget? I kept on conversing with myself inside my head where he couldn't hear. The less I said the better.
"What can I do?" he blurted out in a pleading voice. He took a step towards me. Two steps now, I thought. "I'll do anything you ask. Just please take me back. I made a huge mistake, Bella, and I've been paying for it everyday. Tell me what you want. Anything. Just as long as we can be together in turn."
Say something, I thought. SAY SOMETHING! Don't let him suffer any longer. "You know what I want," I whispered. "My demand has never wavered. Even after two years apart from you."
Confusion washed over his face, and he replied mutely, "Two years, three months, and nine days to be exact. I've been counting each day I've died without you."
"You know what I want," I said again, and this time it seemed like he heard me. The confusion left, only to be replaced with understanding and sadness.
"If that's what you really want," he replied in a weak voice that I'd never heard him use before. "I just have one question; do you want immortality more than me?"
For once I had an answer and it flowed fluidly through my lips. "I want you Edward, always and forever, but the only way that would happen is if I were immortal. Ergo, I want you more, but I need immortality to be able to be with you. Besides, forever would be lonely without you. It wouldn't be worth it."
He deliberated for a moment, and then answered, "As long as I truly believe you've forgiven me."
Then as if to prove my forgiveness, I closed the two step gap between us, threw my arms around him, and crushed my lips against his unsuspecting, perfect mouth. We moved together like we used to, as if those two years were never lost. Both of us were filled with so much passion and desire that when he finally pulled away, it didn't look permanent. "I believe you," he smiled as he reached behind his neck and unlocked my hands. He pulled both of them up to his face and began to kiss each of my fingers, lingering on my forth finger, where Jacob's ring still was. He turned my hands palm up, and repeated the motion on that side. He paused to look up at my smiling face and said, "I love you."
I smiled in turn and replied, "I haven't heard you say that in a while." He traced his fingers along my arms, over my shoulders, and up my neck until finally settling on my chin. He held it in place and slowly came in for round two. This time he pulled away after a few seconds, placing his left hand on the back of my neck, while his right found the small of my back. He then moved his kiss down my jaw and along my neck. His cold lips felt familiar and made me feel safe as I tilted my head away to give him better access. I felt happy and an almost "at home" feeling came over me. This is where I belong, in his arms. That's when I felt the slice of his teeth and the fire of his venom…
As I once again reached for the letter on my bed, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I looked awful, since I got no sleep. I had bags under my eyes, and my skin was a weird, pasty, sick looking color. I stole a quick glance at the letter in my hand and placed it on my desk while simultaneously picking up my bag of toiletries. I strode out of my room, across the hall, and into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. It was said a hot shower did a person good, so I decided to give it a try. I removed my clothes, the same ones I was wearing the day before - I hadn't changed before I fell asleep the multiple times, I was a little busy – and stepped into the steam. Today is Sunday, December 17th, my wedding day, I thought while shampooing. "Oh boy, this is a problem."
I crossed the hall again, in my towel, back to my room and straight to the mirror. My complexion was back, but the bags were as noticeable as ever. I started to apply concealor, while debating in my head again. "The shower didn't help at all," I muttered.
11 hours until my wedding
10 hours
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37 minutes
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2 minutes… to show time…
the wedding is in the next chapter!! what will happen!! i'll get it up asap so you can find out.