Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. That right belongs to Stephenie Meyers.
I watched as her eyes smoldered with anger. After the explanation of why I dismantled the parts of her car, Bella's lips pursed together, too furious to even say a word. Her stare was harder than I had ever seen it before. A spark ignited in her eyes as she tore the keys from the ignition and stiffly climbed out of her truck.
I spoke reluctantly. I knew this would not blow over easily and be dismissed. Her expression was livid; an angry breath into the night. My words came out in a whisper as I told her to close her bedroom window if she wished for me to stay away that night. Perhaps this would be my chance.
It was a symbol; a choice. Her window was always opened to me, just as she was. She never locked it, even though she should have, but her heart always remained opened. I always had that opportunity. There were no limits when it came to Bella. I was always the responsible one. I was not good for her; I already knew that. I was that one thing in Bella's life that was absolutely unhealthy for her.
Maybe if she took the choice I had offered her, Bella would be free. She could live out a normal life. I would not have to leave her—she would have to leave me. I would be dismissed, and no matter how much I would want to die, I would still live for Bella. If that window closed, so did the rest Bella's foolish thoughts of become a paradox. She would be able to breath and have beautiful little children.
I watched as she huffed and slammed the door shut. She muttered to herself and walked angrily back into the house. I then walked out of the truck, made my way around the house, and leaned against the tree. I waited. Her footsteps tickled my ears and she responded tersely to Charlie's suggestions of using his car to drive to La Push. I frowned in knowing that Charlie preferred the mutt to me. I blew it, so I would deal with the repercussions.
I stared bleakly as the window crashed shut. The glass shuddered against the pale moonlight and the black of the sky. My breath was caught in my throat. The window had closed. No more opportunities. No more choices. She had chosen, and her actions were final. Even though Bella was better off without me, I could not help but feel selfish. I could not possibly stay away from Bella like I had only months ago.
Desolate months of misery flashed in my head. Living without Bella was the hardest thing I had ever done. Resisting her blood had not been as trying as keeping away from the divine woman I held in my arms every night. I grimly watched as the glass ceased trembling and sighed. I pinched the bridge of my nose and made haste to run when I heard it.
My window to life had opened once more.