Lunar Eclipse Chapter 13- Break His Heart
A/n: I'm sorry the last chapter was so short! It was sort of a bridge, and I'm sorry I made you wait so long! I was just so busy!!!!!So, no excuses, I'm just really sorry. But, good news! I will now be writing the chapters faster! How, you ask? Well, I am updating every Friday, and every other Wednesday! And, there will be a chapter preview in your review replies, so….review!
I walked down the long hallway towards the Cullen's room. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't stop them. My mind kept reeling over and over: I would have to break his heart. I would have to cause him pain. I would have to push him away. Although I loved him, I would have to protect him from my cruel fate. It was a necessary action. One that I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to, and I do really want to. I want to love him, and hold him for forever, but it wouldn't be moral. I chose this fate, her didn't. I would have to break him. A clean break, as he said twelve long years ago.
Those twelve years sounded like so long ago, although it wasn't. I am only twenty nine years old. Most of my classmates like Jessica and Mike, and Ben and Angela, were probably married. They probably had successful careers. Maybe even a couple of children and a dog. Or maybe a picket fence and a little white cottage in Forks or Port Angeles. But, I didn't want that. I said before that Edward and I could live in Antarctica. And, I meant what I said. It truly didn't matter, as long as we were together forever, just like those cheesy Valentine's Day cards say.
But, it all was an optical illusion. Nobody's life ends in the words happily ever after. Nobody's life is perfect. Real people don't ride into the sunset in a carriage powered by white horses. Nobody's Prince Charming rides out of a castle to save her from an evil witch or a dragon. Life's just not like that, especially not for me .Maybe back when we first met, maybe when we came back in after Volterra, or maybe after I just forgave him, but when I think about it, after the good times always comes the complicated ones. The times where it was difficult to think about him.
I hesitantly grabbed the brass doorknob, and entered. Edward immediately knew who I was, because I was the only one who ever walked in without knocking. Edward walked out into the parlor of their rooms, and bounded out to me with what seemed before like lightning fast speed. At seeing him, the same reel played faster and faster in my head. With it was added snippets like: He's going to hate me! He's going to be heartbroken. I mentally cringed. This isn't right. I couldn't do what he did to me. But, I had to.
I took a deep breath, just to stall and expand the moment. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to do this! I just stared into his eyes, and knew that it was the right thing to do. I took one last look at him, happy and in love. In love with me. One more look at his tussled hair, always messed up and never staying flat. One more look at his sparkling topaz eyes, so much like my own, and so unlike the rest of the Volturi, whose ruby eyes I would be staring helplessly for the rest of my existence.
"Hello love." Edward said. Staring at me.
I stared down at the cobblestone floor in guilt. Edward loved me. But soon, he would think that that love was unrequited. Just like I did twice. I felt guilty, determined, and a little bit childish. It was a little like getting revenge, but I know that's not why I'm doing it. I'm doing it from his well being, for his ultimate health. It was a life or death situation, a dog eat dog world in Volterra.
"Love, what's wrong?" he said, outstretching a hand and cupping it under my chin.
"Nothing." I mumbled so quietly that a human would have a better chance of hearing sound waves then hearing me. But somehow, Edward did.
"Bella, tell me." He growled, pushing my chin up so that I was staring at him in the eyes. "You can tell me anything." His voice suddenly became soft and tender.
"Edward." I said slowly, savoring the feeling of his name on my lips for the last time.
I carefully and slowly took my engagement ring off of my third finger, left hand. It had been bequeathed to me in the best times in my life, and had seen me through my worst. It had given me hope and was a small reminder of my past. Of how happy we were. But now I believe that that chapter might be over. That that book might be closing, and returning into a sequel that is dark, unknown, scary, and lonely. But, I knew I had to return this. It was his mother's and since I'm not going to be part of that, I should return it.
"Bella, what are you doing?" he asked softly, his eyes flashing between my face, plastered with a solemn expression, to Elizabeth Mason's ring.
"We shouldn't continue doing this. Eventually, you'll have to leave, and I don't want you to get hurt." I said, my chest starting to heave.
"Why, did the Volturi find out? Did they hurt you?" Edward said, his eyes flashing black and starting to wander my frame.
"No, it's just wouldn't be good if they did." I said, dropping the ring into his hand, "I think I should give you this back, it's not mine, and it's your mother's."
I barely got through that sentence, because my chest was heaving so badly. The wounds were ripping open, the scars being opened again, and they started bleeding like crazy, flooding me with memories. I couldn't just stand the thought of being without him.
"Bella, why should I do that? I can't stand the thought of being without you, the love of my life, and you want me to take this ring, pack up my family again, and leave?" he said, his voice sounding as despite and pained, "I've done that twice already, and I think you know baseball: One, two, three strikes you're out. If I leave now, I'll never get you back again. And no matter how much my past actions don't show it, I love you." He said smiling his crooked smile.
"But," he continued, "If that's what'll make you happy, that's what I'll do. Because all I want to is make you happy. But, I'll have to crush this ring, because it'll only remind me of you."
I broke down in dry sobs then. I couldn't take it. He loved me. And I loved him back. And we were willing to do anything for each other.
"I love you! I love more then anything! But you can't stay her Edward. This was my decision and you don't deserve to suffer from it." I yelled through sobs.
"Bella, why? Why can't we find a solution to this? We've gotten through much harder things, like the whole mortality issue." He said, chuckling.
"I guess we could." I said, relieved.
"We'll speak to Carlisle tomorrow, and see what he will come up with." Edward said, and sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"What if…what if there isn't a solution?" I whispered.
"There will always be a solution, even if it involves breaking a few rules." Edward said, smiling his dazzling crooked smile.
"Breaking the rules like your crazy driving?" I said, smiling.
"Yes, like my crazy driving." He said, laughing his musical laugh and kissing my forehead. Edward paused, like he was thinking about something. "D you want your ring back?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, I would like that."
He took my hand, and kissed my third and fourth fingers. He then slid the ring in place gently, before kissing it, too.
"Goodnight Bella." He said, and walked down the hall, probably to talk Jasper or Emmett.
"Goodnight, Edward." I said, and walked out into the hall.
And as I was walking down the hallway, I looked at my beautiful ring. The ring that had once been Elizabeth's. The ring that would stay on that finger for the rest of eternity. But one question stayed in my mind. How would Edward and I be together, if he wasn't staying in Volterra? Carlisle better have a good brain….