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Story and its characters originally created by Stephenie Meyer
New Moon from '3. THE END' in Edward Cullen's point of view
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3. THE END
I kissed her forehead tenderly, breathing in the fragrance of her warm, ivory skin one final time.
“Take care of yourself,” I breathed.
Then I was running.
I wouldn’t allow myself even one more glance in her direction. The image of her face, revealing the damage I’d done, clawed at my memory. I continued deeper into the trees. My broken gasps marked my frantic steps until I was in range of the house.
My family’s thoughts were quiet, understanding. Just one thought reached me, and it was Alice’s.
“I love her too. You should’ve let me say goodbye.”
Goodbye.
What’s so good about it? This particular one marked the end of my life, the end of everything. I’d said my family had already gone, and I’d asked them to. However, they insisted on collecting all of the belongings that they could. We wouldn’t be coming back.
I began backtracking, just until Alice’s voice was gone. I slowed to a walk and thrust my fist into the nearest tree. Shards of bark drifted to the ground and the truck split in two. I dropped onto the mud. My jaw clenched and my muscles froze.
I searched for comfort in the fact that she would be safe. A part of me knew that wasn’t true though; she didn’t have the coordination needed to walk even a short distance without injuring herself and danger took advantage of her fearlessness.
"Go back then, you can protect her," the voice of a monster spoke inside of me.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt temptation threatening my sanity. But this monster didn’t care that going back would be the death of her. He would fulfill any selfish desire, as he tried to do on that day in Biology class where I nearly lost all control.
A growl escaped me, the growl of the monster, as I longed to hold her again.
“Not from myself. Not from my family,” I replied out loud, “not forever.”
She could live a happy, human life without me. I despised the idea of another man meeting her at the end of the aisle one day. Holding her hands, and promising to love her forever, I promise that only someone like myself could keep. But if that was what she chose, if she found a human who would treat her well and protect her to the best of their weak, human ability, then I could carry on.
"Was that the face of a happy girl? You let her love you, you let yourself love her, and then you tore her heart out. You’re responsible for the miserable look on that beautiful face. Turn around, go back. Run away with her, make her yours forever."
My hands gripped the roots of my hair as I fought the monster.
"She won’t survive. She won’t be happy. She’s too fragile to live without you. If she doesn’t fall apart now, she will die eventually."
I hit my head against my palm repeatedly, attempting to quiet the monster that attempted to destroy me.
"She needs you," it repeated, "Bella needs you."
Her name sent a jolt of fire up my spine and the fire escaped my mouth as an agonized yell. The sound shook only the nearby trees and then was lost in the mist of the rain. I hadn’t given my legs permission to move, but they continued to lift me off of the forest floor. Rapidly, they pushed me back towards the end, back towards . . . Bella.
“No. . .” I mumbled, and my feet shakily obeyed.
"You’ve caused enough pain," the voice of reason finally chimed in.
I stood utterly alone, disgusted by the monster, and terrified of my meaningless future.
Story and its characters originally created by Stephenie Meyer
New Moon from '3. THE END' in Edward Cullen's point of view
(Feedback always appreciated)
___________________________
3. THE END
I kissed her forehead tenderly, breathing in the fragrance of her warm, ivory skin one final time.
“Take care of yourself,” I breathed.
Then I was running.
I wouldn’t allow myself even one more glance in her direction. The image of her face, revealing the damage I’d done, clawed at my memory. I continued deeper into the trees. My broken gasps marked my frantic steps until I was in range of the house.
My family’s thoughts were quiet, understanding. Just one thought reached me, and it was Alice’s.
“I love her too. You should’ve let me say goodbye.”
Goodbye.
What’s so good about it? This particular one marked the end of my life, the end of everything. I’d said my family had already gone, and I’d asked them to. However, they insisted on collecting all of the belongings that they could. We wouldn’t be coming back.
I began backtracking, just until Alice’s voice was gone. I slowed to a walk and thrust my fist into the nearest tree. Shards of bark drifted to the ground and the truck split in two. I dropped onto the mud. My jaw clenched and my muscles froze.
I searched for comfort in the fact that she would be safe. A part of me knew that wasn’t true though; she didn’t have the coordination needed to walk even a short distance without injuring herself and danger took advantage of her fearlessness.
"Go back then, you can protect her," the voice of a monster spoke inside of me.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt temptation threatening my sanity. But this monster didn’t care that going back would be the death of her. He would fulfill any selfish desire, as he tried to do on that day in Biology class where I nearly lost all control.
A growl escaped me, the growl of the monster, as I longed to hold her again.
“Not from myself. Not from my family,” I replied out loud, “not forever.”
She could live a happy, human life without me. I despised the idea of another man meeting her at the end of the aisle one day. Holding her hands, and promising to love her forever, I promise that only someone like myself could keep. But if that was what she chose, if she found a human who would treat her well and protect her to the best of their weak, human ability, then I could carry on.
"Was that the face of a happy girl? You let her love you, you let yourself love her, and then you tore her heart out. You’re responsible for the miserable look on that beautiful face. Turn around, go back. Run away with her, make her yours forever."
My hands gripped the roots of my hair as I fought the monster.
"She won’t survive. She won’t be happy. She’s too fragile to live without you. If she doesn’t fall apart now, she will die eventually."
I hit my head against my palm repeatedly, attempting to quiet the monster that attempted to destroy me.
"She needs you," it repeated, "Bella needs you."
Her name sent a jolt of fire up my spine and the fire escaped my mouth as an agonized yell. The sound shook only the nearby trees and then was lost in the mist of the rain. I hadn’t given my legs permission to move, but they continued to lift me off of the forest floor. Rapidly, they pushed me back towards the end, back towards . . . Bella.
“No. . .” I mumbled, and my feet shakily obeyed.
"You’ve caused enough pain," the voice of reason finally chimed in.
I stood utterly alone, disgusted by the monster, and terrified of my meaningless future.
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