Bella's POV
There is a joy in sorrow that none but a mourner can know, a beauty to heartbreak a gentler side to the cold harsh pain. Love had shown me a new side to everything, in the same way a blind person seeing for the first time would look at the world. There is beauty in imperfections and imperfections in beauty that served to make us human.
Edward had changed things, I spent most of the day in a daze, one long daydream, and it was wonderful. The mystery was there, I was itching to know when he would be back, who he was under the cold exterior.
The name Edward seemed to suit him, from the legends of my childhood. A fighter that would battle for humanity though his own was long gone. I took my own name from that story as well, Isabella, the one who would die to save us. I sure hoped I wouldn't die not after I had found Edward- new and alien as he was.
Although the day started unlike any day I had breathed before, it ended the same, in the cold shoulder of disaster. The Prince of the Night was back, with his ebony hair and mocking smile.
At first I was the only one to notice, my eyes dragged towards his the instant he entered the room. Something about his manner seemed to demand attention, respect, so soon after a silence began to fall over humans and vampires alike. His skin as always was deathly white, how appropriate that term seems, and his eyes a deep red like the rubies of blood bubbling from a wound.
He took a deep breath and began, I heard murmurs of excitement from the crowd, but I was past the show of grandeur. Who was this person really? I asked myself, what was his name, his past, his life? Really he was just another soulless shell to me, he held no real power.
Then I started listening to what he had to say, he wanted me, I mean me! There was nothing special about me, none-the-less the idea of being a monster scared me. I wouldn't work with him, I'd rather have died.
They say once in a lifetime you have a moment of pure lucidity in which you find out who you really are, what you're made of. Maybe that isn't true but maybe it is, who am I to comment? But in that moment everything became crystal to me. He would make me immortal, I would be Edwards equal, I could be free.
Yes the idea of a living death sacred me, but not nearly as much of the idea of just plain death, leaving this world without even living. I was blessed though not in the way the prince of the night had meant. I had a reason to live and a ticket out of my life. Even if it was only one way.
I continued to act depressed, though the feeling came naturally to me. All I had to do was recall the events of the last few days and I was quaking. It seemed to fool them well enough. But inside I was laughing.
I was waiting to feel the winds of change brought finally, almost to late by the cruel sands of time. Then in the silence the Prince left in his wake, as he swept gracefully from the room, I took a deep breath and listened to the bray of my steady beating heart.
I am.
I am.
I am.
So flawed like the damnation, so sombre like the obtenebrated moonlight of my solitude. I was crystalline. I enjoyed the company of my own misery sometimes. And this is a secret, but sometimes I enjoyed the pain, it felt like I was paying off a small amount of some large debt I owed to my creator, however vindictive he might be.
Why is my existence so perfect with dark places? And why do I no longer care?
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