I Don't Have The Strength To Stay

Could A Dead, Frozen Heart Beat Again? It Felt Like Mine Was About To.

I Tried To Concentrate On The Angel's Voice Instead. "bella, Please! Bella, Listen To Me, Please, Please, Please, Bella, Please!" He Begged. Yes, I Wanted To Say. Anything. But I Couldn't Find My Lips. "carlisle!" The Angel Called, Agony In His Perfect Voice. "bella, Bella, No, Oh Please, No, No!" And The Angel Was Sobbing Tearless, Broken Sobs. The Angel Shouldn't Weep, It Was Wrong. I Tried To Find Him, To Tell Him Everything Was Fine, But The Water Was So Deep, It Was Pressing On Me, And I Couldn't Breathe.

And It Was Different Because I'd Already Lost Her So Many Times, So Many Ways, In My Head. And Different Because She Was Never Really Mine To Lose. And Different Because This Wasn't My Fault.

And Then, As The Room Went Black, I Was Suddenly Hyperaware That Edward Was Sitting Less Than An Inch From Me. I Was Stunned By The Unexpected Electricity That Flowed Through Me, Amazed That It Was Possible To Be More Aware Of Him Than I Already Was. A Crazy Impulse To Reach Over And Touch Him, To Stroke His Perfect Face Just Once In The Darkness, Nearly Overwhelmed Me. I Crossed My Arms Tightly Across My Chest, My Hands Balling Into Fists. I Was Losing My Mind.

After All I've Seen, If I Hadn't Learned Compassion, I Wouldn't Be Worth Much.