BPOV
It was cold and dark. I could feel the wind's breeze biting at my skin. It had to have been hours since I had been trapped on this door. I held Edwards hand for assurance. We long stopped talking so our throats wouldn't hurt out in this air.
He proposed to me! I accepted. Forget Mike, if he was still alive out there out there somewhere. All I ever wanted was Edward. All I ever needed was Edward, and I had him. I spent years of my pointless life gazing at the stars. I felt as though they told me I had some secret to unravel. I searched for that secret, and I found it in Edward. The secret was love.
I laughed silently in my mind as I thought about all the fits I threw because we were going back to America on this grandiose ship. Never been one for flashy things such as this. Then I realized that getting on this ship was the best thing that I ever done in my life, and that my clumsiness led me to the best thing of my life. Edward.
"Is there anybody out there? Can anybody hear me?" I heard someone call in the distance. I sat up a little bit to look for the source. All I saw was a bright light bouncing from a boat.
"Is there anybody out there? Can anybody here me?" the voice called again.
I turned to face Edward. His eyes were closed. He must be asleep. I shook him a little bit to wake him up. He stayed still.
"Edward, the boats are here," I said. My voice was completely hoarse. "Edward, the boats."
He remained still with his eyes were shut. I shook him again. Nothing. This couldn't be happening. My body tensed up as I shook him even more. Why wasn't he waking up? I refuse to believe the obvious.
"Edward, please wake up the boats are here," I was pleading a helpless case. He was gone from me forever. I finally unraveled the secret of the stars and it disappeared right before my eyes. How could I have been so dumb? I should have kept talking to him. Would that have made a difference?
Tears welled up on my face. It was an unpleasant feeling because of the cold, but I was already numb for loosing the other half of my life.
"I love you," I said to his lifeless body as I bent my head down and closed my eyes to let the cold take me next.
Thousands of things flashed through my mind at once. I thought about when I was a child. I thought about my sisters and how we used to quarrel. I thought about the different husbands that my mom had been through, and my sisters' weddings. Next thought was Mike. How he proposed to me in front of my mother so I couldn't refuse.
I then scanned on the memories of arriving to the ship. When I first met Edward. When Edward and I first had a real conversation. The dinner Edward attended with my family. The song Edward made for me. My heart pinched at that memory as the chords filled my head. I thought about our first kiss. How we were so sure of ourselves. The first and only time we made love. We held each other for the whole time. The time where I looked up at him as the boat was lowering and I couldn't leave.
The last memory was the most painful of all. Him in the water while I was on this door and the look in his eyes when he proposed to me. Why did he do that? How could he have tortured me that way? He knew he was going to die. He knew I was going to die. Why would he have to make it so much harder?
Then it occurred to me. He didn't want me to die. He proposed to me so I would think I would live and have enough energy to do that. It was amazing how well you knew a person after you and that person made love. I was still crying.
I kissed the lips of the man I loved and detached our hands that were frozen together, and kissed his lips one more time.
"No…no one loves you more than me," I said as I let go of his body. Slowly it began to descend into the ocean. As Edward sunk deeper into the Atlantic he took half of me with him.
I got down from the door and swam to a nearby body that had a whistle wrapped around his neck. I knew I wasn't going to be able to scream at the boat as it was passing me by. I blew the whistle in repetition. The flashlight that the boatman was holding immediately shined on me.
"Come about!" he shouted.
I was on the boat in no time. They had provided me with a blanket to wrap up in. Edward had saved me so plain and simple just by proposing. He knew I would argue about my life if he had told me up front what his plan was. I was crying again at the thought of Edward.
It felt like we were floating for hours before daylight started to break in the sky. I opened my eyes at it to see that our boat came to a stop by a large ship called the Carpathia. The ship crew got us up on the deck in a hurry. I went down to wait with the steerage passengers. I wouldn't be able to look at my family even if they did survive. I held the blanket over my head like it was a hood.
"Sir, I don't think you would find any of your lot down here, it's all steerage," a member of the crew stated.
I turned around to see he was talking to and turned my head back in an instant. It was Mike. He made it out alive. I kept my head turned so he wouldn't see me. I knew he was looking for Edward and me. The pain chocked my stomach again. He would never fond Edward because Edward was gone. Tears streaked down my cheeks once again.
"Bella?" I heard a familiar voice call. I looked up to see Carlisle staring at me.
"Carlisle," I gasped. Esme was by his side. Carlisle gave me a big welcoming hug.
"It's great you made it out. Where is Edward?" Carlisle asked. The tears returned to my face. "Bella, where is Edward?"
He took in my expression and his tears overtook him too. Esme was immediately at his side comforting him. She began to cry also.
"I'm so sorry," I chocked.
"Bella, it's not your fault. If anyone is to blame it is me. I forced him to get aboard that day," Carlisle cried. Esme stood up before us.
"You too stop it!" she commanded. "Edward wouldn't want you blaming yourselves over him and you know it!" she wiped the tears away from her face.
I held up the ring on my finger to show Carlisle. He was immediately taken aback.
"His mother's ring," he gasped through his sobs.
"He proposed before he died," I informed him as a new wave of sobs took over my body. "We had a whole future. We were going to get married."
Carlisle and I sat there and cried for a little while longer. Finally I came to a stop though the pain was still so acute.
"We made it to New York," Esme called.
Everyone began to dock the ship. Darkness had fallen on us again. It was raining. As we stepped of onto the ramp of the ship crewmen where waiting with notepads in there hands. We approached them slowly.
"Can I get your name, love?" one of them asked me.
"Bella. Bella Masen," I said immediately without even thinking about it. When the man left Carlisle and us alone I stared up at the sky. The stars shown brightly. The State of Liberty was also in my view. Edward would have loved this sight. Edward would have loved me. Edward did love me.
IN THE FUTURE: Bella went on to live with Carlisle and Esme standing as a maid of honor at their wedding. She took up a career in acting and played in many romance films. She never saw her mother, her sisters and their husbands, or Mike again. The engagement ring that Edward gave her the night he died never left her finger for even a second. She saw Edward every time she closed her eyes and dreamed of him every night she went to sleep as she remembered the first time she saw him, the song he composed for her, and the night they made love. As she remembered the last time Titanic ever saw twilight.
THE END!
