Lord Have Mercy
By Forgotten Sunrise
AN: This chapter is kinda sad. Deals with death, just as an FYI
Chapter 2: The Lobby Floor
I know she doesn't notice at all when I just focus in on her and try to break down that shell around her mind.
For once, I'd like to know what she is thinking.
Even when she was human I couldn't break through. But now that she's stronger…
I gaze upon that porcelain face of hers; her jaw firm but her expression placid.
There's no way in hell she's feeling any peace right now.
She's trying so hard to stay strong, that much I can tell.
I force my eyes away from her to give the women of concern a glance.
She fears for her daughter.
She fears her daughter. But loves her all the same.
That part was expected. But what I didn't expect was the pity.
Renee pitied us for our eternal life. It would have brought tears to her eyes just thinking about the fact that our soul will never get the chance to rest.
At least this made death a little more inviting for her.
Renee was fading away quickly now and she wasn't even trying to hold on any longer. She was 105. She lived a long life.
I wrap my hands around my wife's waist and pull her body close to mine. There was an immediate change in her demeanor.
She softens. She sinks in to me. She starts to tremble.
Her façade of clam starts to shatter as she grips my hand tightly.
She is no longer a factious beast or a mythical creature of beauty.
She is simply my Bella. My hurt, lost, confused, fragile Bella.
I am simply here for support now as I hear the small hiccups catching in the back of her throat.
We can smell her death coming, hear the slow pounding of her heart; it's not so far off now. Bella reaches out for her mother one last time, planting feathery light kisses on her papery thin cheeks. But Renee doesn't respond. She is deep within herself and has very little energy.
But she wants to say 'Goodbye' one last time. She wants to reach out to her daughter and hold her tight
Bella plants one more kiss on her mothers face; this time on the very tip of her button nose.
Then she pulls always. We can feel her pass on before the monitors confirm it for us. We could hear her old heart stop in mid-pump.
Bella closes her eyes, as if to fight back the tears that will never come. Then she leaves. She's runs with super-human speed through the ward, but she just wants to get out of there. She finally stops in the lobby and subsumes to her grief. She falls to her knees and clutches her sides, gasping for air, as if she needs it. Her body quakes with each loud moan of despair.
She doesn't care whose looking. She doesn't care who hears her.
She just doesn't care anymore.
I wrap my strong arms around her and cradle her to my chest. My touch is warm to her and she curls up against me, dryly sobbing into my shoulder. I held on to her tight as we both set there in the middle of they lobby.
I desperately try to penetrate her mind so that I can know what she's think, know what she's feels.
But her mind is still as solid as a rock.
And I haven't a clue on what to say to make it all feel better.
AN: Oh this was sad...Happy memories next time. Review please :)