All Human One-Shot
Edward's Point of View
"Edward." Bella gasped from behind me, and I whipped around to face her.
She stood completely still, her eyes wide and unfocused.
Her hands were clutching her stomach, blood pouring from between her pale fingers.
She choked out some sort of combination of a cough and a sob, her legs buckling beneath her.
I flew towards her, catching her as she fell.
I bent on my knees, holding her in my arms.
She stared up at me, her mouth open in a surprised 'o'.
Her hands still holding her stomach as the blood pooled around us, turning darker against the pavement.
I could feel the tears leaking from my eyes and I touched my for head to hers, silently begging her.
Alice stood on the sidewalk, her eyes closed, one hand over her mouth.
Rosalie was hurriedly dialing 911, her voice frantic.
James was being tackled to the ground by Emmet, Charlie, Jasper, and Carlisle as well.
Esme and Renee were leaning against each other, crystal tears pouring down their cheeks.
But none of it seemed real, like a black and white movie, you knew the end was coming.
But you never expected it.
Everything was happening in slow motion.
Bella's eyes were drifting shut, her mouth closing.
"I feel warm…" she murmured.
I shook my head fiercely.
"You're not going anywhere, do you hear me? You're not leaving me!"
I ordered her, demanded her, begged her.
She couldn't leave me, not now.
Not when I needed her the most.
Not when everything had finally started to come together.
"I love you." she whispered thickly.
I was vaguely aware of the rain pouring down on us, drenching my formal attire.
It plastered her dark brown hair to her face and chest, her right hand sliding down to rest on the road.
She was dead.
I lifted my head and screamed.