Why doesn't Edward want Bella to be like him? To live with him forever and never get old? Post twilight, preNew Moon drabble.
Heartbeat
Bella. Just her name. That one little word just drives me crazy. At the sound of her name I conjure a picture of her face. Her beautiful, tranquilizing eyes, her cute button nose, her perfect, rosy, absolutely kissable lips. I myself. Why do I put her in danger? Why do I test myself? She tells me she wants to be turned. But what would be the point? She'd lose everything. Everything except me. She says that's all she needs. She wants to be with me forever. I can't bring myself to do it, though. It's not just for all she'd lose. It's for a much more selfish reason, really. If she were like me, if I turned her, her would freeze in her veins. I wouldn't be able to feel her warmth flow through me as I hold her in my arms. I 'll never feel her blood flow through her veins and into the memory of mine. I couldn't feel her pulse quicken at my touch. But the thing I would miss most is her heartbeat.