Come,
gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo;
and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little
stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the
world will be in love with night...
—Romeo
and Juliet
Act III scene ii
Edward's POV
My phone vibrated next to me. I tried to ignore it but who ever it was wouldn't leave me alone. I unwillingly picked it up. Carlisle. I guess I owe him this, it must be important...
"What do you want?" I growled.
"Bella came and found us" He started.
"Bella came or Alice and Emmett went and brought her back?" I interrupted. How could they do this? I want Bella to have a life... Have a chance at real happiness.
"Bella came," Carlisle answered. "She has not been doing very good. She needs to talk to you..." I heard footsteps in the background and a frantic, pounding heartbeat.
She took a deep breath. "Hello?"
I couldn't stand the pain anymore. I thought I was strong but I can't be without her. I have to do something... Save my soul but take hers? Let her live or ruin my life?
I heard some people talking in Spanish or Portugese, or something ( I don't really care) downstairs.
"Es más yo mismo que yo. Independientemente de nuestras almas están hechas de, y su mina son los mismos." A woman told her friend.( He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same).
I have to do something... I have to do something... I have to do something... I have to do something... I have to do something... I have to do something... I have to do something... I have to do something... but what?