The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 1
Pen Name: Glitterb1234
Pairing/Character(s): Bella+Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 490
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She's still crying. It's been hours, and she shows no signs of stopping any time soon.
It cuts me to the core to see the tears running down her cheeks like the rain running down the window pane, and the worst of it is that I can't do anything about it. There are no words I can say, no melodies I can hum, no place I can take her or action I can take that will take the pain away and make her happy again.
Part of me wishes I could cry too. It seems it would be a good way to release all the pent up emotion I've been holding onto. I have no idea if that is what it is doing for Bella, but I know it often works for others.
So I let her cry. I hold her, let her tears soak my shirt, and give her the only thing I can – something to hold onto to stop her falling apart completely. It hurts to watch, but imagining what it might be like if I weren't here is much worse.
Alice called me as soon as Bella left our house, letting me know she was headed for La Push, but I don't think she really expected me to do anything about it, and of course I didn't. I trusted Bella to know what would be best for her. As much as I wanted to be there for her, I knew my presence would be the opposite of helpful, that this was something she had to do by herself. I may never know what they talked about, and I would never force her to relive something which is clearly so painful, but part of me will always wonder.
Once Alice saw her crying in her truck by the side of the road, I felt like I couldn't get to her fast enough. Even running full tilt, it took me longer than I wanted to find her, and pulling her into my arms felt like breathing again after being underwater too long. But the reunion was tainted by her tears, tears for another man, tears for the chattering of another love. In my heart of hearts, I can't deny that it hurt me to think of him being so important to her, but my jealousy seems unforgivably petty compared to the pain she clearly feels. I can't help feeling responsible, like I forced her to choose between us and now I have broken the hearts of both the woman that I love and a young man who I respect as I fighter if nothing else. She is mine, but it is a hollow sort of victory.
I know if I say these things to her, she will deny it, tell me it was all her fault, and nothing I say will be able to convince her otherwise.
So I just hold her while she cries the night away.