EPOV

Bella held herself amazingly still. I could tell it was unnaturally vampire-like. I bit in the folds of her elbows where she'd been drinking herself and her chest just above her bosom. She looked at me with pained eyes. It reminded me a bit of Esme. I smiled but I knew she would tell I was faking for her. She smiled a genuine smile but cried out soon after.

I stood, too numb to sit. My arms hung uselessly at my sides. I could not move. Carlisle stayed this time, not moving like me. She moved around restlessly and then laid still, her heart beating erratically. My head snapped up almost painfully fast.

"Carlisle, I have a very wrong feeling about this. I... I don't know what will happen. She seemed so calm. It was wrong..." My mouth drifted closed slowly. Carlisle did not make eye contact with me.

"I know. It felt wrong to me too. I... I tried speaking with you. I thought as loudly as I could but you... you were too dazed. I couldn't get through to you in your mind to tell you of my worries so I had no choice but to come in person." He thought silently for a moment. I gave him privacy. "I don't know what will happen. I'm sorry, Edward."

"D... don't say sorry. It's not over yet. She's strong when she wants to be. Maybe she can make it through." I longed for my words to be truthful.

BPOV

The flame burned. Worse than before. I remembered in the beginning the first time, I could feel the fire move through me. It was stationary this time. I struggled to reach out. To beg for help. But I couldn't move. I found myself trapped in my body. Trapped in the flames.

I knew I would die. Just not when.

EPOV

At seven thirteen in the morning, Bella slipped silently into a coma once again. I did not sit. I stood, still motionless since my conversation with Carlisle, and thought about nothing. My family came to visit her over the next hour. All of the women were crying, clutching tightly onto their mate. I longed to cry. To hold on to Bella and cry with her. But I could not move.

At seven fifty-two that same morning, she passed. This time we waited. For days it seemed. I was not sure of how long I waited. I just stood there and watched. Waited for her body to reanimate as it did before. For her mangled, discolored, beautiful body to twitch and move. For her to wake and to love me as before.

But alas, she did not. I was numb and unresponsive, though completely aware, as my family came in again, one by one to apologize and say their good byes. I was the same when they came in separately and argued with me. I did not speak. They yelled and cried and screamed, begging me to come with them. Alice was the last to come in.

She wore black, head to toe. She held two bags, one in each hand, and a handkerchief. She placed one bag on the floor and wiped her nose unnecessarily with the handkerchief. She spoke, though I did not hear her. She waited for a moment, waiting for me to respond. When I did not, she grabbed the bag again, placed a peck lightly on my cheek, and left. I listened, still unmoving, as they placed the remaining bags in the car and drove away.

I stayed there, unmoving, until I too finally passed.

Cause of death: a broken heart. Torn to shreds by fate.

A/N:

Hey, y'all. Obviously, that's it. Sorry for the corny last line. It just kind of came to me and seemed to fit beautifully.

It was so sad, I must say. Some of you must be like 'How fucked up must you be to write that?' I'm wondering the same thing.

Writing that put me in a really bad place. I'm gonna go cry.

Please review! lol

-dsmldejection