Author's Note: Working on that chapter was really easy, just like every first chapter. Yeah, starting things is no big deal. Although I have yet to find out how to finish them! *slaps forehead* So chickens, if you're team Edward... Um... Take a deep breath and keep the tissue box somewhere close. If not... Let's get the party started? So sorry guys, I'm not taking sides because that would mean I'd have to argue with myself for ages before getting this thing settled. But well, it's not about what team I am... *laughs* Moving on... Um, that's all, enjoy the chapter and leave me some love! (Hmmmm, hate's more like what you're gonna leave for me... *runs and hides* Nessie's outty!
Oh! I almost forgot! Just before I leave, in this and some of the following chapters, there are going to be some lines in bold letters. Those are written by S.M. and can be found in chapters of New Moon or Eclipse; I do not own them and I do not own the characters she created in the original saga.
Lots of love,
Nessie
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"Hello, Edward, I missed you too," she purred playfully, but hiding a threat behind the supposedly happy voice.
"What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? I came to take revenge!"
These words caused me such terror and I knew I had to do something. He was in danger! I fought with my seatbelt desperate to go to him. Victoria's lethal look pinned on my terrified one and like the day on the baseball field, her eyes glistened with vengeance.
"Bella, don't get out of the car!" he commanded me.
"Yeah, little human, let me play with your boyfriend first. Don't worry, you're next." She laughed a blood-chilling laugh. It echoed through the trees of the cold forest but we were too far from Forks for someone to hear. After all, what would be the point even if they heard? No matter how many humans would come, Victoria is a powerful vampire. Last March, her mate, James, almost killed me but Edward's family came just in time and killed James. We thought Victoria had run away but it seemed that she was still seeking revenge.
Suddenly she jumped forward trying to attack Edward, but he was too fast; she was definitely no match for him.
"Leave, Victoria," Edward hissed. "You have no right to be here."
"Oh, you're wrong there. I do. I came here and I won't leave with empty hands."
"What would a vampire like you want in Forks?" he asked. Victoria had already answered but Edward was trying to gain time. Maybe hoping Alice would have a vision of what was happening.
"Isn't it obvious? Revenge! I came to sure my James didn't die in vain." Her words ringed in my ears at that point, I started feeling nauseated. I had to get out of the car!
"Bella, don't move! Victoria, you know this is not going to have a happy ending."
"Of course I do. Actually, I'm counting on it."
A shiver ran through my spine and I gave up trying to open the door, which Edward had locked when he got out of the truck. She meant that Edward would be killed. Or I. Or maybe both of us. At the moment all I wished was Charlie would have bought me a cell phone instead of a camera for my birthday. How did Alice see the camera and the scrapbook but didn’t see this?
Victoria crouched, walking closer to the tree line where she had jumped from. Edward stood still in his place in front of me, reading her every movement through her mind. She started moving on the side trying to approach but the deep growl that came from Edward's chest made her change her mind. I knew he was strong and fast enough to win her. I, on the other hand, couldn't do much. She'd kill be before I could blink once. My heart started pounding inside my chest, giving my fear away.
Victoria's laugh was soft and child-like but in my panic it felt too scary. "Oh, your poor pet is hiding between its hind legs, Eddie," she said as if she was talking to a baby. It was obvious what she was trying to do. And she was close enough to succeeding.
Edward snarled and prepared to attack her and followed her with his eyes while she was moving, as if she was performing the steps of an odd, lethal dance on a half-circle.
"You can't keep on playing for much longer. Make your move or run," he told her.
"Oh, trust me, I came here loaded with a lot of patience tonight. And if I get hungry, good thing you brought her with you, I could have a bite."
She looked at me hungrily and I felt her threatening glare pinning on me. I could see what she was doing. Even through my fear, her intentions were clear. She was so much like James. She wanted to play games. I just hoped Edward could see that in her mind! If only I could warn him! He looked at me with the corner of his eye, just for a second, but this was enough for her. As soon as he became distracted, Victoria jumped forward fast, faster than I had seen anyone - even the Cullens - jump and just in the last second, when Edward noticed, he mimicked her move and they crashed in midair. The loud thud of their bodies was like the one you would hear in the worst of storms. A growl escaped Edward's throat as he ripped one of Victoria's arms and she hissed like a big furious cat at him. I saw the motionless limb touch the damp, forest floor and I tried to look away. My eyes flung wide-open with shock when I heard the front window cracking and saw Edward's body landing on it, making a loud noise and making the truck shake violently.
"Edward!" I shrieked and was about to open the door when he suddenly jumped back on his feet, completely unharmed.
In the meantime, Victoria had managed to recover again and had somehow placed her hand back in the right spot. Her expression was a distorted mask of hatred and anger. She looked like the typical vampires you would see in thrillers. Just, scarier. She was scarier than all the vampires the film industry had created.
"You're not getting away with this!" she said grabbing him from the neck and pushing him forcefully against the closest tree.
"No! Get away from him!" I shouted at her.
My eyes could barely catch his movement as he pulled his legs close to his chest and kicked her hard in the stomach, making her stumble and he became freed from her grip. She backed off, moving in her invisible half circle like before.
I can't be living this! This can't be my birthday! This is hell!
I was breathing in short little pants and soon started feeling dizzy. Under normal circumstances Edward would be by my side whispering to my ear: "Breathe, love" but instead of him, my subconscious was not-so-gently shouting inside my head. I had to do something. I had to distract Victoria long enough so that Edward could kill her! Without thinking about it much longer I let my seatbelt go and the car door flung open.
"No! Bella!" Edward turned at my direction and looked at me with his despaired topaz look. "What are you doing?"
Trying to save us both, I thought as I looked at him and then at Victoria.
"Run! Run!" he commanded me and I did as he said, although I knew there would be no point. If Victoria wanted to get me she would do so.
I forced myself not to look back and run through the forest wishing with all my might not to trip anywhere like I usually would. I felt out of breath but kept on running. Snarls and growls accompanied by hard, ripping sounds cut the silence of the night but I didn't stop to listen to them. I tried to make myself not think who was winning and who was... losing. The tree branches cut my shirt in several places and created deep scratches on my arms but even this couldn't stop me. Finally my total lack of the balance made me slip on a root and fall in the ground scratching my knees and elbows. I saw a red light reflecting on a silver bracelet I was wearing and instead of getting up again I just jerked my head so that I could see what was happening behind me. There was lit a big fire. It was far from where I was lying, but I knew what it meant. It was the end of the battle. Now the only question was who the winner was. Both could cross the distance from there to where I was in seconds but if Edward won it meant we're safe. If Victoria did… I couldn't even think the possibility.
It must be Edward; it always was him. I mean the good guys won in the end, didn't they? Bad guys didn't win like that.
And I could feel it. I could feel his presence. I sat on a tree log and near me and waited. There was no point in running further away, he'd come here soon. I saw a vivid, red flame dancing in the trees a little closer to me but ignored it. I saw it coming closer but then all of a sudden disappeared behind the trees again. I had no idea how much time had passed without anything happening. The forest was perfectly still. No leaves were moving, no wind was blowing. The fire was also gone. He had put it out. It shouldn't take much longer. I could have walked back to the car… we were safe now… that would be if I could remember how I got here in the first place. I could always try but I preferred not to base on my instincts since I was not proud of (along with others) orientation skills. I could feel time passing, minutes becoming torturously long and I had no idea what was happening…
Had the rest of the Cullens come here to help? Why weren't they already off to find me? Where was Edward? Hadn't Alice seen this one coming?
These questions were spinning inside my head as I tried to realize if the time was actually passing. During the last seconds I felt as if it had stopped completely just to cause me distress. I replayed the scene in my head, since the car stopped until now countless times trying to make out details but everything was blurred as if it had lasted some seconds. My mind wanted to collect all this information but everything had happened in super-speed so that only a vampire's mind could fully understand it.
The waiting became unbearable and I stood up, moving my head around nervously and walking up and down in anticipation. I couldn't recognize this part of the woods… not a single thing… I knew it was close to the Cullen's residence but Edward never let me roam around the woods alone. "It's too dangerous," he always said. Once, when I first met him he first told me that others like him were wandering in the woods and being there on my own could be extremely risky. I had made some wandering on my own but it was near my house and around the meadow. And always with Edward. I had never been at this part of the woods and I felt completely out of my waters.
All of a sudden the wind blew wildly and I tried to tangle my hair (not that anyone would care) and I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. At that I felt comfort. He was finally here. But he didn't speak a word.
What was happening?
I slowly turned my head and saw a cruel smile shape on the face behind me. I felt as if the blood froze in my veins as Victoria's satisfied voice told me, "Did you seriously think you could run away from me?"
How did that happen? Edward caught her! But- he is on his way here. He MUST be on his way here. I will try winning some time. Just enough for him to come…
"Of course." I did my best to sound confident and judging from Victoria's ironic smile, I wasn't successful. "You're not as good as you think you are. You let James get killed after all, didn't you?" I tried to hit her most sensitive spot but I should have known better what would follow.
"How dare you underestimate me, useless human?" She pushed me with extreme strength, throwing me on the damp floor. My whole body hurt from the impact but I wouldn't give up this soon.
He'd be here in any minute.
"Oh, when the Cullens find out about you, you will regret the time you decided to come here," I said hoping I'd inspire her the faintest hint of fear.
Who am I kidding? Will I scare Victoria away?
"Until then you'll be dead, snack! So let me worry about this."
"Can you explain me how you are going to take revenge by coming here?"
Obviously by killing me! I answered inside my head.
"I don't see any harm in answering. Although I thought you had already realized. Your boyfriend killed my mate, so I came here to kill his."
Of course. Torturing a mortal is no fun, they will die one day. Immortals will remember forever.
"Stay away from him! He has nothing to do with this!"
I forced with all my will my body to get up although my legs were wobbly.
"Oh, don't worry. I know. This is why I will make you suffer more than him! I could just bite you and get over with this but why should I when I can hurt you first?" Her words scared me beyond imagination because I knew she was NOT joking. Not at all.
Edward! Where are you?
She took my silence as fear; not that she had the wrong impression. "Enough with talking, don't you think so? Let's get over with this." She grabbed me and threw me against a tree not being gentle at all. After all, who takes a gentle revenge? A cry of pain escaped from my lips as I crashed on the hard surface. It was the James incident all over again. I know this was the worst moment to be cynical, but now I get why they did made such a good couple.
"When Edward sees that, he's going to kill you," I made a last attempt to scare her. Or at least make her hesitant for a little.
"Ha! I don’t think so!"
"How can you say that?" I said between painful little pants - oh great, I must have broken at least two ribs again - not understanding the reason there was such irony in her voice.
"Let's say he's currently… unavailable."
"Was Laurent with you?" He must be keeping Edward busy. That’s why it took him so long to get here… Right?
"Laurent?" She laughed. "Of course not. I haven't spoken with this traitor for a really long time!" I seriously couldn't understand what had happened then. Did she have someone else helping her? And what did that mean if she did?
"What did you do to him?" I almost squealed as realization hit me.
She's messing with your mind, Bella, she's messing with your mind, I repeated inside my head.
"Isn't it obvious? Didn't you see the fire?"
"The-"
"Yes, Bella, Edward is over."
"No!" I shouted. "You're lying!"
A nasty, mischievous smile shaped on her lips and she gave me that victorious glare of hers. "Why should I? Of course I was planning to let him see you suffer first… but he didn't leave me much of a choice. This is the charm of the game. You never know what will change all the rules."
I was feeling numb. The physical pain was fading away in the background, just like the strong wind that was blowing and Victoria's laugh. All I could feel was world shattering in front of my very eyes. Everything… MY everything… was destroyed, and she did it.
I got up, ignoring the pain and before I could realize what I was doing to my - and also her - surprise I leaped on her trying to make her hurt the worst way she could.
"You, tiny, powerless human!" she said with a laugh.
She was destroying me and she did enjoy it. She made me wake up from the nightmare state I had fallen into and come back to the real, actual world, where Edward was dead and I was trying to hold myself from screaming in the pain of my wrist which she had just broken. I fought to keep away the tears that welled from my eyes from both the physical and the mental pain I was suffering. I didn't think there's nothing to live for, maybe being with him, even if it was on the other side might be better for everyone. At least it will keep safe the people I love. I screamed as she violently pulled me up and before I could see anything else I was wrapped in thick darkness.
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When I woke up again every inch of my body was aching. My sight was blurry and I could see black spots in my peripheral vision. I tried to stand up but my body wasn't obeying to my will. I didn't have enough strength to do this. The wind was still blowing hard on me as I was curled to a ball on the hard, stone terrain. I realized I wasn’t in the forest anymore but on the top of a cliff. I could hear the angry waves splash against the eroded from wind and sea rock underneath me. I was paralyzed with fear.
Where was I? What had happened? I didn't feel dead, not at all. I was alive and hurting more than ever. But what did that mean? Had someone saved me? My question was answered soon as Victoria's merciless, white face appeared out of the blue. What are you waiting? Kill me already! Give an end to this!
"Hm… I wanted you to be awake to decide what I should do with you. It would be no fun killing you while you were unconscious." I tried talking but it was as if I couldn't find the muscles to do it. "This didn't go as I had planned. I wanted to kill you first. But your idiotic boyfriend ruined everything!"
Don't you call him that! You already have done enough, how dare you put him in your mouth you…?!A wave of tears came and I didn't bother stopping it. It wasn't like anyone would care if I was crying when they would find my body.
"Hm… I could change you… You could be useful… or a big waste… Why should I give you the gift of immortal life after all?" She seemed thoughtful and coldly ignored that I was sinking deeper in my misery as the time was passing. "Or I could kill you… maybe bite you… You smell so good after all… The perfect meal… But do you know what I think? This would be a quick death… I don't care for making this any easier for you…" Like you haven't decided what you will do! I thought through the mist of pain that had started clouding my mind. Just get over with it!"What do you think?"
I couldn't believe my ears. Did she just tell that? Did I get some sort of last wish? Kill me! That's what I want! Kill me!
I tried moving my body again, barely managing to lift slightly my head from the ground. The waves picked up as I looked down, beginning to crash against the rocks, but there was still no wind there. I felt pinned down by the pressure of the storm. Everything swirled around me, but it was perfectly still where I stood. The air had a faint electric charge – I could feel the static in my hair. Farther out, the waves were angrier than they were along the shore. I could see them battering against the line of the cliffs, spraying big white clouds of sea foam into the sky. There was still no movement in the air, though the clouds roiled more quickly now. It was eerie looking–like the clouds were moving by their own will. I shivered, though I knew it was just a trick of the pressure. The cliffs were a black knife edge against the livid sky. For some seconds I didn't hear Victoria's voice. I forgot the world around me. There was just me and the sky. Me and the storm coming. The wind was finally beginning to touch me, the clouds pressing closer to the ground. I grimaced when I thought of the probable temperature of the water. I could imagine how cold it would be, like the stones under my bruised body. Maybe even colder. The wind blew stronger now, whipping the rain into eddies around me.
"So you don't want to share your thoughts with me?" she said and I looked up at her. I felt her cold fingernails grabbing my wrist roughly and I'd flinch away if I hadn't realized what she was doing. She was going to throw me off of the cliff. I felt a stabbing pain on my leg as she lifted me but before I knew, I was falling.
I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor, but it was a scream of exhilaration and not fear. The wind resisted, trying vainly to fight the unconquerable gravity, pushing against me and twirling me in spirals like a rocket crashing to the earth. I didn't expect it, but it felt good. I was free of Victoria and somehow, free of everything else. As the uneven black surface came closer, I knew I'd see him soon. Soon everything would be over.
Yes! The word echoed through my head as I sliced through the surface of the water. It was icy, colder than I'd feared, and yet the chill only added to the high. I was proud of myself as I plunged deeper into the freezing black water. I hadn't had one moment of terror – just pure adrenaline. Really, the fall wasn't scary at all. Maybe because I knew that I was expecting for something better to come.
That was when the current caught me.
I'd been so preoccupied by the size of the cliffs, by the obvious danger of their high, sheer faces, that I hadn't worried at all about the dark water waiting. I never dreamed that the true menace was lurking far below me, under the heaving surf. I thought I would be dead long before I managed to touch the water.
It felt like the waves were fighting over me, jerking me back and forth between them as if determined to share by pulling me into halves. I knew the right way to avoid a riptide: swim parallel to the beach rather than struggling for the shore. But the knowledge did me little good when I didn't know which way the shore was.
I couldn't even tell which way the surface was. The angry water was black in every direction; there was no brightness to direct me upward. Gravity was all-powerful when it competed with the air, but it had nothing on the waves – I couldn't feel a downward pull, a sinking in any direction. Just the battering of the current that flung me round and round like a rag doll. I fought to keep my breath in, to keep my lips locked around my last store of oxygen.
I forced my eyes shut as I got hit on the rocky cliff and winced from the pain but to my surprise I heard a really familiar voice.
Keep swimming! Edward begged urgently in my head.
Where? There was nothing but the darkness. There was no place to swim to.
Stop that! he ordered. Don't you dare give up!
The cold of the water was numbing my arms and legs. I didn't feel the buffeting so much as before. It was more of just a dizziness now, a helpless spinning in the water.
But I listened to him. I forced my arms to continue reaching, my legs to kick harder, though every second I was facing a new direction. It couldn't be doing any good. What was the point?
Fight! he yelled. Damn it, Bella, keep fighting.
Why?
I didn't want to fight anymore. And it wasn't the light-headedness, or the cold, or the failure of my arms as the muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me content to stay where I was. I was almost happy that it was over. This was an easier death than others I'd faced. Oddly peaceful.
I thought briefly of the clichés, about how you were suppose to see your life flash before your eyes. I was so much luckier. Who wanted to see a rerun, anyway?
I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail, saving him for this final moment. I could see his perfect face as if he were really there; the exact shade of his icy skin, the shape of his lips, the line of his jaw, the gold glinting in his furious eyes. He was angry, naturally, that I was giving up. His teeth were clenched and his nostrils flared with rage.
No! Bella, no!
My ears were flooded with the freezing water, but his voice was clearer than ever. I ignored his words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would I fight when I was so happy where I was? Even as my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold, I was content. I'd forgotten what real happiness felt like.
Happiness, it made the whole dying thing pretty bearable.
The current won at that moment, shoving me once again abruptly against something hard, a rock invisible in the gloom. It hit me solidly across the chest, slamming into me like an iron bar, and the breath whooshed out of my lungs, escaping in a thick cloud of silver bubbles. Water flooded down my throat, choking and burning. The iron bar seemed to be dragging me, pulling me away from Edward, deeper into the dark, to the ocean floor.
Goodbye, I love you, was my last thought.
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Where was I? What had happened? I didn't feel dead, not at all. I was alive and hurting more than ever. But what did that mean? Had someone saved me? My question was answered soon as Victoria's merciless, white face appeared out of the blue. What are you waiting? Kill me already! Give an end to this!
"Hm… I wanted you to be awake to decide what I should do with you. It would be no fun killing you while you were unconscious." I tried talking but it was as if I couldn't find the muscles to do it. "This didn't go as I had planned. I wanted to kill you first. But your idiotic boyfriend ruined everything!"
Don't you call him that! You already have done enough, how dare you put him in your mouth you…?!A wave of tears came and I didn't bother stopping it. It wasn't like anyone would care if I was crying when they would find my body.
"Hm… I could change you… You could be useful… or a big waste… Why should I give you the gift of immortal life after all?" She seemed thoughtful and coldly ignored that I was sinking deeper in my misery as the time was passing. "Or I could kill you… maybe bite you… You smell so good after all… The perfect meal… But do you know what I think? This would be a quick death… I don't care for making this any easier for you…" Like you haven't decided what you will do! I thought through the mist of pain that had started clouding my mind. Just get over with it!"What do you think?"
I couldn't believe my ears. Did she just tell that? Did I get some sort of last wish? Kill me! That's what I want! Kill me!
I tried moving my body again, barely managing to lift slightly my head from the ground. The waves picked up as I looked down, beginning to crash against the rocks, but there was still no wind there. I felt pinned down by the pressure of the storm. Everything swirled around me, but it was perfectly still where I stood. The air had a faint electric charge – I could feel the static in my hair. Farther out, the waves were angrier than they were along the shore. I could see them battering against the line of the cliffs, spraying big white clouds of sea foam into the sky. There was still no movement in the air, though the clouds roiled more quickly now. It was eerie looking–like the clouds were moving by their own will. I shivered, though I knew it was just a trick of the pressure. The cliffs were a black knife edge against the livid sky. For some seconds I didn't hear Victoria's voice. I forgot the world around me. There was just me and the sky. Me and the storm coming. The wind was finally beginning to touch me, the clouds pressing closer to the ground. I grimaced when I thought of the probable temperature of the water. I could imagine how cold it would be, like the stones under my bruised body. Maybe even colder. The wind blew stronger now, whipping the rain into eddies around me.
"So you don't want to share your thoughts with me?" she said and I looked up at her. I felt her cold fingernails grabbing my wrist roughly and I'd flinch away if I hadn't realized what she was doing. She was going to throw me off of the cliff. I felt a stabbing pain on my leg as she lifted me but before I knew, I was falling.
I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor, but it was a scream of exhilaration and not fear. The wind resisted, trying vainly to fight the unconquerable gravity, pushing against me and twirling me in spirals like a rocket crashing to the earth. I didn't expect it, but it felt good. I was free of Victoria and somehow, free of everything else. As the uneven black surface came closer, I knew I'd see him soon. Soon everything would be over.
Yes! The word echoed through my head as I sliced through the surface of the water. It was icy, colder than I'd feared, and yet the chill only added to the high. I was proud of myself as I plunged deeper into the freezing black water. I hadn't had one moment of terror – just pure adrenaline. Really, the fall wasn't scary at all. Maybe because I knew that I was expecting for something better to come.
That was when the current caught me.
I'd been so preoccupied by the size of the cliffs, by the obvious danger of their high, sheer faces, that I hadn't worried at all about the dark water waiting. I never dreamed that the true menace was lurking far below me, under the heaving surf. I thought I would be dead long before I managed to touch the water.
It felt like the waves were fighting over me, jerking me back and forth between them as if determined to share by pulling me into halves. I knew the right way to avoid a riptide: swim parallel to the beach rather than struggling for the shore. But the knowledge did me little good when I didn't know which way the shore was.
I couldn't even tell which way the surface was. The angry water was black in every direction; there was no brightness to direct me upward. Gravity was all-powerful when it competed with the air, but it had nothing on the waves – I couldn't feel a downward pull, a sinking in any direction. Just the battering of the current that flung me round and round like a rag doll. I fought to keep my breath in, to keep my lips locked around my last store of oxygen.
I forced my eyes shut as I got hit on the rocky cliff and winced from the pain but to my surprise I heard a really familiar voice.
Keep swimming! Edward begged urgently in my head.
Where? There was nothing but the darkness. There was no place to swim to.
Stop that! he ordered. Don't you dare give up!
The cold of the water was numbing my arms and legs. I didn't feel the buffeting so much as before. It was more of just a dizziness now, a helpless spinning in the water.
But I listened to him. I forced my arms to continue reaching, my legs to kick harder, though every second I was facing a new direction. It couldn't be doing any good. What was the point?
Fight! he yelled. Damn it, Bella, keep fighting.
Why?
I didn't want to fight anymore. And it wasn't the light-headedness, or the cold, or the failure of my arms as the muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me content to stay where I was. I was almost happy that it was over. This was an easier death than others I'd faced. Oddly peaceful.
I thought briefly of the clichés, about how you were suppose to see your life flash before your eyes. I was so much luckier. Who wanted to see a rerun, anyway?
I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail, saving him for this final moment. I could see his perfect face as if he were really there; the exact shade of his icy skin, the shape of his lips, the line of his jaw, the gold glinting in his furious eyes. He was angry, naturally, that I was giving up. His teeth were clenched and his nostrils flared with rage.
No! Bella, no!
My ears were flooded with the freezing water, but his voice was clearer than ever. I ignored his words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would I fight when I was so happy where I was? Even as my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold, I was content. I'd forgotten what real happiness felt like.
Happiness, it made the whole dying thing pretty bearable.
The current won at that moment, shoving me once again abruptly against something hard, a rock invisible in the gloom. It hit me solidly across the chest, slamming into me like an iron bar, and the breath whooshed out of my lungs, escaping in a thick cloud of silver bubbles. Water flooded down my throat, choking and burning. The iron bar seemed to be dragging me, pulling me away from Edward, deeper into the dark, to the ocean floor.
Goodbye, I love you, was my last thought.
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