Might As Well Take A Chance
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WOW, thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing chapter 1; and for putting this on your alerts/favourites. You make me want to update sooner, so, here you go.
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Okay, so Bella realizes she needs Edward, and that he has to come back. Now lets see if he's ready to come back to Forks, shall we?
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or Edward. Stephenie Meyer does.
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EPOV
The days pass so quickly yet so slowly. The same thoughts flow through my mind. The same face. The same girl. Bella. Her name lies on my tongue like the sting of a bee. I can't get her beautiful face, her beautiful voice, nor her beautiful smile off my mind.
I saw her, confused and annoyed, as I tried to first interact with her in biology class.
I remember her, as she lay with me in the soft meadow.
I dazzled her, as we kissed for the first time.
I put her in danger, as she was put near the nomadic ones.
I saved her, as he almost killed her before my very own eyes.
I promised her that I would be there for her, that I would love her forever.
I made it seem like I broke my promise. But I never did.
I still love her. Still want her. Still think of her.
I want to protect her. I want to be with her.
But I can't.
I am a monster.
I am too dangerous to be around her.
I could kill her.
She isn't safe around me. Not at all.
She'd be better off with a human. Any human.
She deserves better than to be with a monster like myself. Than to have no other choice.
She is a human; she will forgive and forget. She can fall in and out of love. She can forget me. She can stop loving me. She can move on.
But I can't do it any longer.
I can't just hide away here.
I can't stay away from her.
I want her, and not just my thirst for her blood.
I need her.
She was and is the most important thing in my long, unimportant life.
My family has been hurt just as much as everyone else in this situation.
I have hurt everyone.
I have hurt her.
I still love her.
I can still prove to her that I love her.
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But what if its too late?
What if she has moved on?
What if I am no longer the one that she loves?
What if I was right all along, and she was never meant to be with me?
She must be alive, and healthy, and happy by now.
What would be the point in returning to that small town if she truly had moved on?
Would I merely return here, and gloom over the loss of her prescene?
Or would I move on?
The only way for I to move on would be the most harsh and ludicrous. Death.
But was death necessary?
Maybe she does still love me.
Maybe it's not too late to go back to her.
I'm living in hell anyway,
I might as well …
Might as well take a chance.
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There we go. How was it?
I may extend this longer than four chapters, I don't know yet.
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