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"Bella!" Edward called to me, I ran for his arms. He hugged me tightly asking if I was okay over and over again. I didn't tell him anything, and kept myself together. I didn't want him to worry. "Bella, love. I was so worried Alice called me and said it was an emergency what happened?" he pleaded.
That damn Alice. Now I had to tell Edward the entire story and make him worry even more. I sat him down back at the cottage. As I spoke I heard the fear in my new voice. Edward smirked as he thought of Mike Newton, but then quickly took the matter seriously again.
He took me into his arms and soothed me by humming my lullaby. This was the most comfortable place, in his arms. Edward and I hadn't had enough alone time with always having to focus on Renesmee and just getting over the Volturi situation. I missed having Edward needing to protect me because I was such a fragile human.
Alice flew through the door with a fierce expression. "Bella! Oh thank god your back!" I tried to get up to hug her, but Edward wouldn't let me go. "Can you see anything that's going to happen involving Mike or Jessica?" Edward asked, his velvet voice never got old. "No, but I will keep a watch!" she added then zoomed out the door.
"Bella darling, lets go get Renesmee." I moaned at that and snuggled more into his chest. Then at that instant his lips were whispering in my ear, "Bella, really." I quickly got up and stormed out the door. It wasn't necessary, but it got Edward's attention. "Bella? What is wrong?" He asked curiously as he caught my arm. "We don't have any alone time Edward. I love renesmee more than my own life. But, I need you and want you. When was the last time we were together?" I didn't know what came over me. Edward turned away from me walking farther into the forest, it triggered a memory, and my entire brain was over by it, as did the last memory.
"Goodbye, Bella," he said in the same quiet, peaceful voice. "wait!" I choked the word, reaching for him willing my deadened legs to carry me forward. I thought he was reaching for me too. But his cold hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead, for the briefest instant. My eyes closed, "Take care of yourself," he breathed cool against my skin. There was alight, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.
He was gone.
I fell to the ground face first, sobs leaped from my chest, loud and painful.
