ETERNAL AGONY (Edward: A Cruel Thing Called Love)
I watched her sleep restlessly. She has been tossing and turning almost all night. I adjusted her bandaged arm and placed it over her stomach. I got up from the cama and went to sit on the rocking chair – in order to give her space. Give her el espacio – that’s what I ought to do.
Immediately after I left her side, her hands searched for me.
“No…” she whimpered. Her eyes flew open. Her eyes searched for me in the dark. Panic written all over her face.
I thought she was already deeply asleep. I sighed.
“I’m here.” I said. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she finally saw me. Relief washed over her face.
“I thought…” She started and then stopped. She shuddered. “What are tu doing over there?” She asked hoarsely.
“I’m giving tu space.” I winced at the double meaning of my simple explanation. Would she comprehend the meaning behind the words?
Confusion clouded her chocolate brown eyes. I couldn’t do this to her, now. I couldn’t do this to her, ever. I couldn’t oso, oso de the thought of leaving her, hurting her. But I know I SHOULD. If I want to keep her safe, alive.. I MUST.
Her lower lip trembled.
My defenses crumbled…
“You’ve been tossing and turning. I wanted to give tu más room.” I explained softly.
Again relief washed over her lovely face. She smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry.” She said, then lowered her eyes.
“There’s no need for tu to apologize, Bella. It is, after all, your bed.” I dicho harshly.
Your bed…Your life…Your Safety.
She lifted shocked eyes to me.
“I only meant…” She stammered.
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“You’re forgiven.” She dicho immediately.
How easy for her to forgive me – for being selfish, for putting her in danger over and over again for being who I am. Could she also forgive me if I do what I’m supposed to do?
“How’s your arm?” I asked her to distract myself from the gloom that’s threatening to engulf me.
“Not hurting.” She murmured. I could easily see through her lie. I decided to let it go. She would see the real art of lying, soon.
Tomorrow, then.
No, not tomorrow.
Indecision crippled me.
I’ll allow myself a couple of weeks. No, a couple of days…a week…even a día o two – with her. I need to prepare her.
For what?
The truth – something I don’t want to admit, to face - I need to find the will…The strength – to say goodbye..
I kept my face smooth and expressionless as pain hit me, crushed me. The thought of leaving her was unbearable. But I knew I couldn’t risk her life anymore. I knew what I must do. I fought the choking sound that’s trying to escape from my parched throat.
“Go back to sleep.” I told her hoarsely.
“I can’t sleep without tu beside me. I don’t need más room. I need you.” She dicho almost shyly.
Aaah…this is going to be difficult.
‘Please…” She breathed.
I caught the scent of her breath in the air. I knew this would haunt me when I’m gone.
Oh, why not? Why not spend this entire night holding her? Why not carve this last night with her in my memory?
I got up from the rocking chair and lay beside her.
Remember what is right and what is wrong. I reminded myself. I sighed. I wrapped the quilt around her snugly. I smoothed out her hair – arranged it so it fans around her face, just as I always like it, just like the first time I sneaked inside this very room and watched her sleeping.
Stinging in my eyes? Tears? I touched the corner of my left eye. Of course, there were no tears for me. Tears are for humans…and I am not human.
I wish I could have tears now, so I could have release.
I wish I could be human again so I wouldn’t have to leave her.
I touched her eyelids, her cheek, her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. I memorized every line, every crease, and every curve. I pressed my nose on her throat and inhaled deeply. The fuego blazed on my throat. I would have liked the blaze to go on forever – to never stop – as long as that meant she’s with me. I raised her unbandaged arm. I placed her hand on my chest. How I wished my corazón would beat again, just this once, so that she would know how much I amor her. How much the thought of leaving her, hurting her, kills me.
“What are tu doing?” She asked sleepily.
“What do tu think I’m doing?” I wanted to clue her in so that she could…stop me (?) I shook my head then sighed.
“Just thinking how lovely tu are.” I dicho softly. Again, stinging in my eyes.
I buried my face in her hair. I couldn’t let her see me fall apart. She embraced me. I moaned. I wish to stay this way with her forever.
“You know I amor you, don’t you?”
I simply nodded. I don’t trust my voice not to break.
Don’t let me go…Don’t believe the lies I will tell you….Forgive me…
I wanted to say them aloud – to be selfish one last time…
“Don’t leave me…” She whispered.
I didn’t answer for I couldn’t promise her that. I knew what I should do…knew what was right.
Instead, I kissed her with all my might, with all the amor I have inside me. I broke the kiss before it could weaken my already weak defenses.
“Now be a good girl and go back to sleep.” Be a good girl so I could fall apart, I thought sadly.
Finally, sleep came to her. I sat up in cama and faced the open window. It was a dark, starless night. An omen to my endless future without her. I cradled my head in my hands.
“Please don’t let the morning come. Don’t let the morning come.” I dicho over and over again as I rock myself back and forth. Of course, there are things I could never stop, I thought as the soft rayo, ray of light started peeking through the heavy clouds – now turning grey.
Panic, depression, agony washed through my whole being. I trembled uncontrollably. I went back to memorizing her face. I took her hand carefully and held it with both of my hands.
“Bella, I amor you. I amor you.” I dicho over and over again. I finally gave in to sobs. Choking and gasping, I kneeled on the floor por her bed, still holding her hands. I kissed her hand, the inside of her wrist, each of her fingers…
The morning finally won. The time for me to leave her is nearing. I pulled myself together and let go of her hand. I sat back on the rocking chair. amor played a cruel trick on me, I realized. Giving her to me and forcing me to leave her.
The clock’s ticking became louder, ominous – marking the little time I have left with her. Two más days…
Before I say goodbye…Before I succumb to eternal agony.
With that in mind, I carefully arrange my face into a cold hard mask – hiding all the anguish away.
I watched her sleep restlessly. She has been tossing and turning almost all night. I adjusted her bandaged arm and placed it over her stomach. I got up from the cama and went to sit on the rocking chair – in order to give her space. Give her el espacio – that’s what I ought to do.
Immediately after I left her side, her hands searched for me.
“No…” she whimpered. Her eyes flew open. Her eyes searched for me in the dark. Panic written all over her face.
I thought she was already deeply asleep. I sighed.
“I’m here.” I said. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she finally saw me. Relief washed over her face.
“I thought…” She started and then stopped. She shuddered. “What are tu doing over there?” She asked hoarsely.
“I’m giving tu space.” I winced at the double meaning of my simple explanation. Would she comprehend the meaning behind the words?
Confusion clouded her chocolate brown eyes. I couldn’t do this to her, now. I couldn’t do this to her, ever. I couldn’t oso, oso de the thought of leaving her, hurting her. But I know I SHOULD. If I want to keep her safe, alive.. I MUST.
Her lower lip trembled.
My defenses crumbled…
“You’ve been tossing and turning. I wanted to give tu más room.” I explained softly.
Again relief washed over her lovely face. She smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry.” She said, then lowered her eyes.
“There’s no need for tu to apologize, Bella. It is, after all, your bed.” I dicho harshly.
Your bed…Your life…Your Safety.
She lifted shocked eyes to me.
“I only meant…” She stammered.
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“You’re forgiven.” She dicho immediately.
How easy for her to forgive me – for being selfish, for putting her in danger over and over again for being who I am. Could she also forgive me if I do what I’m supposed to do?
“How’s your arm?” I asked her to distract myself from the gloom that’s threatening to engulf me.
“Not hurting.” She murmured. I could easily see through her lie. I decided to let it go. She would see the real art of lying, soon.
Tomorrow, then.
No, not tomorrow.
Indecision crippled me.
I’ll allow myself a couple of weeks. No, a couple of days…a week…even a día o two – with her. I need to prepare her.
For what?
The truth – something I don’t want to admit, to face - I need to find the will…The strength – to say goodbye..
I kept my face smooth and expressionless as pain hit me, crushed me. The thought of leaving her was unbearable. But I knew I couldn’t risk her life anymore. I knew what I must do. I fought the choking sound that’s trying to escape from my parched throat.
“Go back to sleep.” I told her hoarsely.
“I can’t sleep without tu beside me. I don’t need más room. I need you.” She dicho almost shyly.
Aaah…this is going to be difficult.
‘Please…” She breathed.
I caught the scent of her breath in the air. I knew this would haunt me when I’m gone.
Oh, why not? Why not spend this entire night holding her? Why not carve this last night with her in my memory?
I got up from the rocking chair and lay beside her.
Remember what is right and what is wrong. I reminded myself. I sighed. I wrapped the quilt around her snugly. I smoothed out her hair – arranged it so it fans around her face, just as I always like it, just like the first time I sneaked inside this very room and watched her sleeping.
Stinging in my eyes? Tears? I touched the corner of my left eye. Of course, there were no tears for me. Tears are for humans…and I am not human.
I wish I could have tears now, so I could have release.
I wish I could be human again so I wouldn’t have to leave her.
I touched her eyelids, her cheek, her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. I memorized every line, every crease, and every curve. I pressed my nose on her throat and inhaled deeply. The fuego blazed on my throat. I would have liked the blaze to go on forever – to never stop – as long as that meant she’s with me. I raised her unbandaged arm. I placed her hand on my chest. How I wished my corazón would beat again, just this once, so that she would know how much I amor her. How much the thought of leaving her, hurting her, kills me.
“What are tu doing?” She asked sleepily.
“What do tu think I’m doing?” I wanted to clue her in so that she could…stop me (?) I shook my head then sighed.
“Just thinking how lovely tu are.” I dicho softly. Again, stinging in my eyes.
I buried my face in her hair. I couldn’t let her see me fall apart. She embraced me. I moaned. I wish to stay this way with her forever.
“You know I amor you, don’t you?”
I simply nodded. I don’t trust my voice not to break.
Don’t let me go…Don’t believe the lies I will tell you….Forgive me…
I wanted to say them aloud – to be selfish one last time…
“Don’t leave me…” She whispered.
I didn’t answer for I couldn’t promise her that. I knew what I should do…knew what was right.
Instead, I kissed her with all my might, with all the amor I have inside me. I broke the kiss before it could weaken my already weak defenses.
“Now be a good girl and go back to sleep.” Be a good girl so I could fall apart, I thought sadly.
Finally, sleep came to her. I sat up in cama and faced the open window. It was a dark, starless night. An omen to my endless future without her. I cradled my head in my hands.
“Please don’t let the morning come. Don’t let the morning come.” I dicho over and over again as I rock myself back and forth. Of course, there are things I could never stop, I thought as the soft rayo, ray of light started peeking through the heavy clouds – now turning grey.
Panic, depression, agony washed through my whole being. I trembled uncontrollably. I went back to memorizing her face. I took her hand carefully and held it with both of my hands.
“Bella, I amor you. I amor you.” I dicho over and over again. I finally gave in to sobs. Choking and gasping, I kneeled on the floor por her bed, still holding her hands. I kissed her hand, the inside of her wrist, each of her fingers…
The morning finally won. The time for me to leave her is nearing. I pulled myself together and let go of her hand. I sat back on the rocking chair. amor played a cruel trick on me, I realized. Giving her to me and forcing me to leave her.
The clock’s ticking became louder, ominous – marking the little time I have left with her. Two más days…
Before I say goodbye…Before I succumb to eternal agony.
With that in mind, I carefully arrange my face into a cold hard mask – hiding all the anguish away.
*You're a little fat!
*Every boy in the school prefer Bella than you!
*If tu look in the mirror it breaks!
*Emmett is cheating tu with Jessica!
*Emmett told me that you're so worthless that! doesn't serve either to have a child!
*Carlisle told me that he saved tu because tu were ruining the beauty of the streets!
*Edward prefer Bella because she's human!
*Emmett dicho he is dating tu because he feels sorry for you!
*I think tu amor Jacob Black!
*I think emmett is too beautiful for you!
*You look like a transvestite!
*You are the worse baseball player in the world!
*You are smelling like a dog! I think tu had sex with jacob!
*You are just a pretty face, but tu are so dumb!
Stewart had some apprehensions about shooting that scene. She didn't want the scenario of two teens, one being a vampire who happens to be many years older than his facade of 17, deciding to marry one another to look silly o unbelievable.
"Well, to decide you're gonna marry someone at 18 is a pretty hefty decision," she told mtv News from the red carpet of the premiere of her new movie, "The Yellow Handkerchief." "And I didn't want to look stupid. I didn't want it to look like kids getting married. tu know what I mean?"
Stewart dicho she had to find an emotional el espacio that allowed her to make a teenage engagement seem plausible. "I wanted to be, like, 'Oh! Wow! I would say yes too!' tu know what I mean? So I don't know how tu do that. tu try to do it for real, and it felt good. I hope it turned out alright."
"Well, to decide you're gonna marry someone at 18 is a pretty hefty decision," she told mtv News from the red carpet of the premiere of her new movie, "The Yellow Handkerchief." "And I didn't want to look stupid. I didn't want it to look like kids getting married. tu know what I mean?"
Stewart dicho she had to find an emotional el espacio that allowed her to make a teenage engagement seem plausible. "I wanted to be, like, 'Oh! Wow! I would say yes too!' tu know what I mean? So I don't know how tu do that. tu try to do it for real, and it felt good. I hope it turned out alright."
1. dress as campanita and run through the house saying hes a pixie like alice
2. pretend hes a striper and strip for edward on hes piano
3. take alices porche for a joy ride
4.go to school and yell that jasper thinks he is his boyfriend
5. emmett is never allowed to run through the hospital yelling DADDY!
6. emmett is never allowed to tell alice rosado, rosa is not her color
7. emmett is never allowed to drive a school bus
8. o drive the bus into a lake
9. emmett is never allowed to tell esma that he will go find a new "fake" mom
10. emmett is never allowed to tell jasper texans are hicks
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9. “I’m so full I’m about to puke, but I think I can force it down. I won’t enjoy it at all though.” (Page 239)
8. “I’m useless these days, no wonder Billy’s always gone. I’m so boring.” (Page 326)
7. “I run at a toasty one-oh-eight point nine these days. I’ll have tu sweating in no time.” (Page 490)
6. “Of course, you’d warm up faster if tu took your clothes off.” (Page 491)
5. “Does my being half-naked bother you?” (Page 216)
4. “Go fetch a el espacio heater. I’m not a St. Bernard!” (Page 289)
3. “It’s enough of a pain to carry the shorts around with me, let alone a complete outfit. What do I look like, a pack mule?” (Page 216)
2. “Did tu seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.” (Page 119)
1. “Next time tu want to hit me, use a baseball bat o a crowbar, okay?” (Page 335)