EPOV
5 minutes. 5 minutes left to endure this wretched existence. I had to leave, had to leave to protect her. My life, the center of my world. She would never know how it pained me to leave, but she didn't understand the danger I brought her. I will never forgive myself for bringing such pain to a beautiful angel. I truly am a monster.
My being is now meaningless now that… Bella was gone; I brought myself to say her name. She was gone now, to a place I could never go. If I thought the pain of leaving Bella would kill me, it would never compare to the agony of hearing Rose say, "She's gone." She was truly gone, the boy confirmed it, and the funeral was over. She was gone, buried deep in the Earth. I would never see her face again, not that it mattered in three minutes it would all be over.
I thought for sure the Volturi would have no problem ending my existence, why would they? It was daily procedure for them. But no, Aro wouldn't offend Carlisle by destroying his son. I had to stop the agony, so I hatched a plan. The Volturi couldn't risk the threat of exposure, as long as I did something to threaten their hierarchy, I would be over. Plans raced through my mind, a killing spree would work, but I couldn't offend Carlisle like that. Not then, during my final hours. I could lift a Buick over my head, but I needed something more dramatic. I would walk into the sun at noon precisely, simple yet effective.
So hear I was standing, chest exposed in a dark alley waiting for the clock to hit 12. "Edward," her voice called. Ahh how wonderful, the memory of her voice. "Edward," she called again. My flawless vampire memory had stored her voice away in perfect detail. "Edward! No! Stop!" something crashed into me with a barely detectable force.
She was there in my arms just as if she was really there. They were quite quick with my execution. I was surprised they would use Alec on me, but I'd take it. "Amazing," I mused, "Carlisle was right."
"Edward, you've got to move! Get back into the shadows!" she exclaimed clearly out of breath. I felt whole now with her in my arms.
"I can't believe how quick it was. I didn't feel a thing they're very good." I inhaled her scent, beautiful as ever. "Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath hath no power yet upon thy beauty." Problem after problem, I'd never criticize Romeo again. But something was wrong with the tone of her voice…