Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, which is oh so obvious! ;)
I wanted to write something so this randomly ended up on the page. I only wanted to write something short so this is not very long.
I always found it a bit irritating that Bella put up almost no fight when Edward waltzed back into her life. (Don't get me wrong, I love Edward.) I just figured that after so long without him she might have had some feelings of at least annoyance. So, this is a slight modification to when Bella wakes up after the events in Italy, but I've changed it so that Bella is a little bit pissed :)
I hope you enjoy :) Please review, if you like it :)
'What choice have I? I cannot be without you, but I will not destroy your soul.'
Instead of the tears that I expected to spring up in my eyes again, there was only anger.
I realised that I was furious. Not at him, exactly. I sighed inside my head, annoyed at how I couldn't be truly angry at him if I tried. No, I couldn't hate Edward.
I loathed his stupid, ridiculous morals.
I took a deep breath, and then closed my eyes. This would not have been a very impressive show of anger, but my mouth was set in a deep scowl. I knew that he would be desperate to know what I was thinking. I waited.
A deep sigh. I resisted the urge to smirk. What was wrong with me? What had I turned into?
'Bella?' he asked, sounding upset.
I stayed silent. His cold hands touched my lips, and they parted slightly of their own accord. Damn him.
'Won't you tell me what's wrong?'
As if he couldn't guess. 'Urghh!' I thought.
He lips were suddenly at my ear, and he was whispering urgently.
'I will not sacrifice your soul for my own selfish reasons.'
My eyes opened, and I stared over his shoulder, into the darkness of my room. He had heard my breathing hitch, and he slowly leaned back so that he could see my face.
He took in my wide eyes, and his mouth fell open.
'Bella?'
My eyes flickered to his, and tightened. He saw my hostile expression, and his eyes widened.
'I've. Had. Enough.' I said slowly.
'What have you had enough of, love?' It pained me to see that I had hurt him. I couldn't stop, though. I wanted to make him see.
'Of this. Listen to me, Edward. Hear what I have to say.'
He sat silent, his eyes wild with emotion. I continued.
'You think that taking my soul is the most selfish thing that you can do. To me, you have that backwards, Edward. You are my soul. You have my soul. I gave it to you a long, long time ago. I will never have it back, Edward. It belongs to you. I belong to you, whether you want me or not. The most selfless thing you can do is change me. Don't let me age. Don't let me die. Please.'
The tears were falling now.
Edward had listened without interruption, his hand on mine. I looked at him now, and he stayed frozen, his eyes locked fiercely on mine.
'But-'
'No, Edward. Listen to me. I want this. I need this. If our situation was reversed, would you want to stay human? Knowing that you would age, die, and that I would follow afterwards?'
I had him there. He paused, searching for an answer.
He couldn't find one. I smiled at him, my tense face relaxing.
'I just wanted you to understand.'
He kissed me gently on my lips.
'I do. I truly do.'
