The Dark Side of The Moon
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"Okay, let's talk," she said strongly. She had no idea what I was about to do to her.
Inhaling, I started. "Bella, we're leaving." She took a breath, too, but her expression relaxed and my heart sank. This was going to be exceptionally difficult.
"Why now? Another year -" she started.
"Bella, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty-three now. We'd have to start over soon regardless." I studied her expression as her brow furrowed in thought. It was as if I was speaking to her in Greek - understanding eluded her. I stared down at her waiting for her mind to grasp what I was saying; waiting for her to realize how I was about to hurt her.
Her eyes changed and her face paled. My stone heart writhed in pain.
"When you say we -" she whispered and paused. No, don't do it, there has to be a better way, my heart screamed, but I would not be swayed.
"I mean my family and myself," I said mechanically. Not you...
She shook her head, displaying the argument I was expecting. Bella didn't speak as my words slowly penetrated her being. Surprisingly, her expression transformed to relief.
"Okay, I'll come with you." And the argument began. With every word, part of me longed to stay, or to take her away - to some how be with her - just the two of us. But it was my proximity that had put her in so much danger - nearly killing her, how many times was it now? No matter where she was I had to be some where else.
"You can't, Bella. Where we're going," where I'm going, "it's not the right place for you."
"Where you are is the right place for me," she said stubbornly. How could I get her to see, to let me go?
"I'm no good for you, Bella," I said firmly.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're the very best part of my life."
No, that's wrong... she is the best part, she is all of my life. Always she saw things backwards. Something stirred in the back of my mind - something black and deceitful.
"My world is not for you." And never would be, no matter what Alice saw.
"What happened with Jasper - that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!"
"You're right." Finally she saw something for what it was. "It was exactly what was to be expected." And would happen again, the next time her blood was spilled in front of me. I cringed at the thought of my lips at her throat, unable to stop myself when she was injured again.
Bella didn't give up, her blushing anger more enticing than her argument. "You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay -"
"As long as that was best for you." But my presence had only brought her more tribulation, more pain.
She winced as she waved her injured arm in frustration. "No! This is about my soul, isn't it?" she yelled. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care. You can have my soul. I don't want it without you - it's yours already!" she shouted.
