10. Relaxation
I'm really sorry to some of the people that didn't like my last chapter, but as I said before, I was going through some tough times and didn't really want to write, but I did. So I'm sorry it didn't meet your high expectations. Really sorry, but it made me angry when I got a few reviews moaning about it. Not even about the content, but because its not long enough :S
Any way, I'm going to keep writing now. Have calmed down…a bit ¬,¬
:) I'm okay
This chapter is still kind of short, but its meant to be. It doesn't need to be any longer.
Megan x
"You're beautiful. Not more than before though, not in my eyes." He stroked my cheek. We had pushed aside what had just happened and he wanted to rewind to as if I had just woken up. My body felt completely drained of energy and I just wanted to sleep in his arms, but we knew that would never happen.
I still had the over whelming urge to look in the mirror, but the fear of what I could find looking back at me pinned me in his lap.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I knew he was, but it was common courtesy to ask anyway. As I thought, he simply nodded.
"How did it-" he cut me off, as if he knew what was going through my mind.
"I was trapped. I was so concentrated on you. I knew you were going to be waking up soon, I wasn't focusing on anything else; just you and your beauty." He tucked a piece of hair that was draped across my face back behind my ear. "And when I turned around there was one standing there. I leapt up, guarding you…when I saw another one behind me. I did all I could, and im sorry I put your life in jeopardy."
I pressed my finger against his lips.
"No harm done." I smiled.
His smile was more beautiful than ever. I really could appreciate it in all its beauty now. His crooked smile was perfect. There is no way to describe it. Even though my heart was no longer beating, when he smiled I felt a flutter in my chest and I half expected the pain to return at that second. But, thankfully, it didn't.
He stood up, clutching me in his arms tightly. If he had done this a week ago I was certain it would have killed me, but now it made me felt safe and secure, like it should.
"You can put me down you know, I think I can walk." I said sarcastically. He placed me down on my feet, and typically as I took a step forwards I stumbled over the bed post. Edward caught me…like always. He held me close to him and kissed my cheek.
"Some things never change." He whispered into my ear. He still sent shivers down my spine with the slightest of touches. I smiled back, embarrassed. If I could blush im sure I would be by now.
At the back of my mind, something was tugging. The new born incident was evidently not a big deal. And it shouldn't have been. Neither of us had been hurt. But I couldn't put my finger on what was pulling at my brain.
And then it hit me.
"Erm Edward, how do I look?" I was unsure of how to react to the new me, and I didn't really want to look in the mirror. I was afraid of what might be facing back at me.
"Good question. Let me have a look." He took my hand and raised it high in the air and twirled me round, to get a full view on my new body. When I had done a full circle and was back facing him, I stared into his eyes for an answer.
He exhaled loudly.
"And…?" I asked impatiently. I was honestly asking for his opinion on how I looked, but I think he thought I was only looking for compliments.
"Bella…I…you're…"
I looked down at the ground. He didn't like it. He was ashamed of how I looked.
Oh crap! Now what? So you're still not good enough to stand by his side! Bloody brilliant!
He took my face in his hands.
"You're amazing. Nothings changed…to me. You always were amazing. You always were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."
I couldn't decide whether he was lying to make me feel better or being truthful. He led me towards the full length mirror and stood behind me, resting his head on my shoulder with his arms wrapped securely around my waist as if I was about to leave him.
I don't know why, but I didn't want to look at myself. It was like being re-born. This was my re-birth. I was…I am going to be a completely new person, physically and emotionally. And although I thought I had prepared myself for it, I hadn't. Not fully. I don't think you can fully prepare yourself for something like this.
I had my eyes clamped shut. Something inside of me was curious to look at my reflection, but the fear outweighed the curiosity.
"Open your eyes." He whispered in my ear. His voice, like velvet was still irresistible. He ran his fingers down my cheek. His hands weren't cold anymore, they actually felt surprisingly warm to touch. I turned my head and kissed his fingers and his palm. I inhaled deeply to smell him. He was exquisite. Before he had smelt good, but now…well. It was a completely new level. I wasn't ready to rediscover myself, I was still discovering the rest of the world through my new senses.
He chuckled and took hold of my hands. Slowly I opened my eyes, one at a time. What I saw shocked me.
My expression must have been a picture. Edwards was standing behind me smiling at my reaction.
My hair was a darker and richer shade of brown, like melted chocolate. It was straight and hung straight down across my shoulders and reached down to the bottom of my back. I had a soft sweeping fringe across my eyes. My eyes were the same shape as before, but now they were more…perfected. The pupils were a deep black, somehow darker than before. Around my pupils was bright blood red, which subtly faded into crimson. It looked as though I was wearing a vivid pair of contacts. My nose was perfectly straight, there wasn't a fault in it. My lips as well were the same shape as before, they were now just more filled and plumper. My figure was still the same shape. But now it looked like it had been air brushed. It was the sort of figure you see on a magazine cover and you can tell it isn't natural. I couldn't believe this was me. I still looked like Bella, just an enhanced version.
I tried to speak, but no words came out.
"See, you're amazing." He reassured me.
I turned myself around and hung on around his neck.
"Thank you" I whispered. I owed him so much. Thanks to him and him alone we could now be together for ever, and I now felt worthy enough to hold his hand. Thanks to him I felt beautiful, I felt apart of something.
He hugged me closer to him and pressed his lips to mine. As soon as he did electricity flowed through me as I realized there was now no boundaries for us to have to be careful of. He moved his hands down around my hips and pulled me even closer, crushing me as close as possible next to him. I tangled my hands into his hair, keeping us attached. Our lips parted and we shared the most passionate kiss we had ever had.
This was what all that pain was worth. Him.