After Bella jumps, she's still thinking about Edward. The Song is called In the Arms of an Angel by Sara Mclachlan
I flew.
Through the air, through my memories, through my future. I was weightless, carried forward by the wind, and pull toward the Earth by gravity. It felt like I would fall forever. Ironic, I thought, weightless and pulled toward an object beyond my control. It was how I felt when I was around him.
Spend all your
time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make
it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And
it's hard at the end of the day
I was silly to think I would ever be good enough.
I need some
distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some
peace tonight
Falling was my distraction. The memories flooded me. The pain was exponential. But I felt empty and weightless. The feeling was nauseating. Maybe, just maybe, I would fall forever.
In the arms
of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room,
and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the
wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel;
may you find some comfort here
The wind picked up, and it felt as if someone was carrying me away. My spirit was carried away with the wind, away from my cold, dark shell of a body. Please, I pleaded silently, Please, just wrap your arms around me.
So tired of
the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and
thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on
building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It
don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to
believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That
brings me to my knees
I was tired of pretending I was ok. I was tired of focusing on making everyone believe it. I was tired of lying. But most of all, I was tired of searching for these escapes. The pain was killing me, slowly. I needed it to end.
One way or the other.
In the arms of an
Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the
endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of
your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find
some comfort here
Any
second I would hit the raging water. Maybe, just maybe, I would never
resurface. But I knew the waves would wrap their cold arms around me,
and I would find comfort in that death.
My fingers touched the water. This was it.