THE MEMORY
Bella relaxed beneath the warm shower. She could still smell Edward on her. She sniffed and closed her eyes. Images of last night danced in front of her closed eyes. She licked her warm, soft lips and touched herself. She desired for more. She wanted to see him right then. She was like the iron dust and he was the magnet. Near she went, nearer she wanted to be. It was wrong - it was supposed to be wrong - but right and wrong ceased to matter to her. Outside that bathroom door, was her husband, Carlisle, who loved her and she loved him. She loved him? She believed she did. After all she was the one who forced him to marry her.
A wave of guilt washed her, as she remembered him and everything he did for her.
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Inside the Forks Cemetery, the thick mist surrounded the large group of mourners. Everything was dull and grey. People in black dresses, stood silently around the pit. The Coffin of Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police, would be put in the pit and then everyone would be free to leave this dreary place and go on with their lives. No one would brood upon this incident, except Isabella. Everything would end for Isabella Swan. Her only family – her dad, would be gone forever. Her heart tightened. It seemed to her that the air had turned into lead and she was choking on it. She could not do that... she could not see it. She turned around and headed towards the gate. Her legs felt like iron but she forced them to move forward, pushing the crowds away. Hardly had she reached the gate, when tears welled up from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. Her legs gave up and she fell on the muddy ground. Still, she could not cry out loud. A lump formed in her throat and she was gasping for air.
Someone touched her shoulder. She turned and blinked the tears away and looked into the golden eyes of the man. She hugged him and started sobbing, like a small child. He patted her back and whispered in a soothing voice, "Everything will be alright..." She wanted to reply, 'No, Carlisle, nothing would be alright. I lost everything I ever had. My dad would never come back' but she said nothing. She just hugged him and cried her heart out. The cold, violent wind blew past them and she shivered. Carlisle tightened his grip on her and very softly murmured, "I would keep you safe, don't worry. I promise." She was not sure, if she heard him right. And at that moment, she did not care.