The Same Old Argument

"I've made up my mind. I will die for you, but I won't live for you." I sighed, lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling.

He stretched out next to me, turning my face so I was looking into his eyes. "Think about what you just said: you won't live for me, but you will die for me. A bit morbid, don't you think?"

I chuckled. "Not when dying means being with you forever."

His expression shifted into a sad, solemn one. "I won't let you toss out your life, your mortality, for me. What's so special about me that you would give everything else up?"

"You saw me when no one else did. When I was merely the new, outcast girl. And you make me feel whole. I won't let anything take it away. Would you rather have my soul condemned, or be spying on me in 60 years or something and I'm the crazy old lady with 20 cats and no family!"

"I wouldn't want you unhappy."

"Seems like either way one of us isn't satisfied." I muttered.

He kissed from my jawline up to my lips. "Can we talk about this later, Bella?"

I frowned. "Yes, Edward, but don't think I'll forget."

"You won't," a high pitched voice called from outside the door.