Edward's Point Of View

She tried to walk out of our heating conversation, but I couldn't let her leave. Not like this, not right now. My hands gripped her arms with enough force to keep her in place, despite her struggling and screaming.

"Let me go!"

I shook my head, my eyes burning into hers. I had listened to more than enough of what she had to say about my leaving, she clearly didn't understand my motive behind doing so, though I didn't blame her. I wouldn't believe me, either after everything I had put her through.

"Why do you have to keep torturing me?!"

"Torture?"

""Telling me you loved me! Walking into my life so easily, making me want you, need you... love you. Becoming my everything! You made me feel whole for the first time in my life, even though I never knew I was so incomplete! You showed me a whole new world, made me feel like a princess in a fairy tale. Offered me a life I never could have dreamed of. I gave you my heart, Edward! I gave it to you without you even asking of it! You took it, and broke it into a million little pieces! You turned me into nothing more than a zombie, a memory, an afterthought! You left me in the woods, you left me in the dark! You left me alone!"

"Bella, I love you."

"I hate yo-" My fingers were against her lips, ceasing her words. The hurt I felt, was like nothing in the entire world... Everything had died, I was the only thing walking around the deserted planet. Nothing existed but me and the ashes that covered the earth.

"Don't. Don't you ever say that to me." I knew she didn't hate me, I knew it was a human trait to shout out obscenities in the heat of the moment. I knew she loved me just as deeply as I loved her, though I no longer knew whether or not she would allow me to know that love again.

My fingers moved from her trembling lips, moving to wipe the tears gently and slowly off her cheeks. Such things didn't deserve to be displayed on such a beauty. A single word escaped my lips as they too, trembled in immense sadness. Guilt, for breaking her in ways I didn't understand possible. "Please..."

Before I knew it, I was on my knees in front of her, holding her hands to my chest. Her tears defied me, continuing to fall more freely than before as her own chest struggled to breathe between agonizing sobs. My words shook with the same sadness my own body would not let fall from my eyes. I, was crying.

"Please... Please Bella. I can't imagine going on in this existence without these arms..." My fingers traced along her bare arms, savoring the soft feel of her skin against mine. I choked back a sob as I continued. "Without this face..." My fingers moved to trace the outline of her lips that continued to tremble, them too, stained with falling tears. "Without your good heart..." My hand fell to her chest, pressing against her skin to allow us both to feel the steady rhythm of the muscle pumping beneath. "I can't live, without you."

Her body tore away from my tender touches, throwing herself out the door in a quick escape. I could easily hear her crying growing more heavy as she forced herself into her truck. I, remained on my knees, staring at the empty space before me as she started her engine. I couldn't let her go...

My body tore itself from the floor it was knelt on, running out into the pouring rain just as she began to pull away. I bolted after her, running into the rain and making myself a barrier to her truck. I wasn't going to let her go without a fight. I had almost lost her forever that night on the rocks, and I wasn't going to standby and watch it occur once again. I was much quicker than her truck, throwing my body before it, my hands firmly smashing down onto the hood of the truck. My eyes locking on hers as the rain soaked every inch of me. I waited in the rain for her, I would always wait for her...

Her foot hit the break in disbelief, honking the horn once. I could hear her muffled yell screaming at me to get out of the way, but I ignored it. As a warning, she revved the engine, which I also ignored. Her foot stepped on the gas, the tires spun in the mud that made up the drive way, but the truck went nowhere. Not under my strength. I kept my firm hold on the truck, not allowing it to slip a fraction of an inch forward until she submitted herself to the fact she wasn't escaping me. I was the lion, I would always be the lion, and she was the lamb. She was fragile, and weak. She couldn't escape me even if she so desperately wanted to. She cut the engine with a swift hand movement, emerging from the truck just as quickly. The rain fell on her, washing away the tears that I failed to catch.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The thunder clapping over us drown her words out to anyone else, though I could still hear them just as clearly. I ignored them, making my way over to her confidently before pushing her up against the old truck she insisted on driving, and kissed her in a way that Juliet only wished she could have received from Romeo. For the first time since I arrived in Forks, I felt her body surrender. Though she didn't kiss me in return, she didn't fight me or challenge me.

I pulled my lips from hers, my hand moving the soaked pieces of hair that clung to her face as the thunder roared above us, lightening dancing across her face. Lighting up the pink wound that spread itself across her forehead. My lips couldn't resist placing countless kisses along the length of it, the last just above her right ear where the healed cut ended. My whispers taking over my lips activities. "I love you, damn it..."

Bella nodded. She collapsed into my body with countless sobs and nodded. Thank you... Thank you, God...