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When I couldn’t see anymore, I let my tires find the rough shoulder and
rolled slowly to a stop. I slumped over on the seat and allowed the
weakness I’d fought in Jacob’s room crush me. It was worse that I’d
thought — the force of it took me by surprise. Yes, I had been right to hide
this from Jacob. No one should ever see this.
But I wasn’t alone for very long — just exactly long enough for Alice to see
me here, and then the few minutes it took him to arrive. The door creaked
open, and he pulled me into his arms.
At first it was worse. Because there was that smaller part of me — smaller,
but getting louder and angrier every minute, screaming at the rest of me —
that craved a different set of arms. So then there was fresh guilt to season
the pain.
He didn’t say anything, he just let me sob until I began to blubber out
Charlie’s name.
“Are you really ready to go home?” he asked doubtfully.
I managed to convey, after several attempts, that it wasn’t going to get any
better anytime soon. I needed to get past Charlie before it got late enough
for him to call Billy.
So he drove me home — for once not even getting close to my truck’s
internal speed limit — keeping one arm wrapped tightly around me. The
whole way, I fought for control. It seemed to be a doomed effort at first,
but I didn’t give up. Just a few seconds, I told myself. Just time for a few
excuses, or a few lies, and then I could break down again. I had to be able
to do that much. I scrambled around in my head, searching desperately for
a reserve of strength.
There was just enough for me to quiet the sobs — hold them back but not
end them. The tears didn’t slow. I couldn’t seem to find any handle to even
begin to work with those.
“Wait for me upstairs,” I mumbled when we were in front of the house.
He hugged me closer for one minute, and then he was gone.
Once inside, I headed straight for the stairs.
“Bella?” Charlie called after me from his usual place on the sofa as I walked
I turned to look at him without speaking. His eyes bugged wide, and he
lurched to his feet.
“What happened? Is Jacob . . . ?” he demanded.
I shook my head furiously, trying to find my voice. “He’s fine, he’s fine,” I
promised, my voice low and husky. And Jacob was fine, physically, which is
all Charlie was worried about at the moment.
“But what happened?” He grabbed my shoulders, his eyes still anxious and
wide. “What happened to you?”
I must look worse than I’d imagined.
“Nothing, Dad. I . . . just had to talk to Jacob about . . . some things that
were hard. I’m fine.”
The anxiety calmed, and was replaced by disapproval.
“Was this really the best time?” he asked.
“Probably not, Dad, but I didn’t have any alternatives — it just got to the
point where I had to choose. . . . Sometimes, there isn’t any way to
He shook his head slowly. “How did he handle it?”
I didn’t answer.
He looked at my face for a minute, and then nodded. That must have been
answer enough.
“I hope you didn’t mess up his recovery.”
“He’s a quick healer,” I mumbled.
Charlie sighed.
I could feel the control slipping.
“I’ll be in my room,” I told him, shrugging out from underneath his hands.
“’Kay,” Charlie agreed. He could probably see the waterworks starting to
escalate. Nothing scared Charlie worse than tears.
I made my way to my room, blind and stumbling.
Once inside, I fought with the clasp on my bracelet, trying to undo it with
shaking fingers.
“No, Bella,” Edward whispered, capturing my hands. “It’s part of who you
He pulled me into the cradle of his arms as the sobs broke free again.
This longest of days seemed to stretch on and on and on. I wondered if it
would ever end.
But, though the night dragged relentlessly, it was not the worst night of my
life. I took comfort from that. And I was not alone. There was a great deal
of comfort in that, too.
Charlie’s fear of emotional outbursts kept him from checking on me, though
I was not quiet — he probably got no more sleep than I did.
My hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight. I could see every mistake
I’d made, every bit of harm I’d done, the small things and the big things.
Each pain I’d caused Jacob, each wound I’d given Edward, stacked up into
neat piles that I could not ignore or deny.
And I realized that I’d been wrong all along about the magnets. It had not
been Edward and Jacob that I’d been trying to force together, it was the
two parts of myself, Edward’s Bella and Jacob’s Bella. But they could not
exist together, and I never should have tried.
I’d done so much damage.
At some point in the night, I remembered the promise I’d made to myself
early this morning — that I would never make Edward see me shed another
tear for Jacob Black. The thought brought on a round of hysteria which
frightened Edward more than the weeping. But it passed, too, when it had
run its course.
Edward said little; he just held me on the bed and let me ruin his shirt,
staining it with salt water.
It took longer than I thought it would for that smaller, broken part of me to
cry herself out. It happened, though, and I was eventually exhausted
enough to sleep. Unconsciousness did not bring full relief from the pain, just
a numbing, dulling ease, like medicine. Made it more bearable. But it was
still there; I was aware of it, even asleep, and that helped me to make the
adjustments I needed to make.
The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, as least a measure of
control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my
heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now. Time
would make it easier — that’s what everyone always said. But I didn’t care
if time healed me or not, so long as Jacob could get better. Could be happy
When I woke up, there was no disorientation. I opened my eyes — finally
dry — and met his anxious gaze.
“Hey,” I said. My voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat.
He didn’t answer. He watched me, waiting for it to start.
“No, I’m fine,” I promised. “That won’t happen again.”
His eyes tightened at my words.
“I’m sorry that you had to see that,” I said. “That wasn’t fair to you.”
He put his hands on either side of my face.
“Bella . . . are you sure? Did you make the right choice? I’ve never seen
you in so much pain —” His voice broke on the last word.
But I had known worse pain.
I touched his lips. “Yes.”
“I don’t know. . . .” His brow creased. “If it hurts you so much, how can it
possibly be the right thing for you?”
“Edward, I know who I can’t live without.”
“But . . .”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand. You may be brave enough or
strong enough to live without me, if that’s what’s best. But I could never be
that self-sacrificing. I have to be with you. It’s the only way I can live.”
He still looked dubious. I should never have let him stay with me last night.
But I had needed him so much. . . .
“Hand me that book, will you?” I asked, pointing over his shoulder.
His eyebrows pulled together in confusion, but he gave it to me quickly.
“This again?” he asked.
“I just wanted to find this one part I remembered . . . to see how she said
it. . . .” I flipped through the book, finding the page I wanted easily. The
corner was dog-eared from the many times I’d stopped here. “Cathy’s a
monster, but there were a few things she got right,” I muttered. I read the
lines quietly, mostly to myself. “‘If all else perished, and he remained, I
should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were
annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.’” I nodded, again
to myself. “I know exactly what she means. And I know who I can’t live
Edward took the book from my hands and flipped it across the room — it
landed with a light thud on my desk. He wrapped his arms around my
A small smile lit his perfect face, though worry still lined his forehead.
“Heathcliff had his moments, too,” he said. He didn’t need the book to get it
word perfect. He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “‘I cannot live
without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
“Yes,” I said quietly. “That’s my point.”
“Bella, I can’t stand for you to be miserable. Maybe . . .”
“No, Edward. I’ve made a real mess of things, and I’m going to have to live
with that. But I know what I want and what I need . . . and what I’m going
to do now.”
“What are we going to do now?”
I smiled just a bit at his correction, and then I sighed. “We are going to go
see Alice.”
Alice was on the bottom porch step, too hyper to wait for us inside. She
looked about to break into a celebration dance, so excited was she about
the news she knew I was there to deliver.
“Thank you, Bella!” she sang as we got out of the truck.
“Hold it, Alice,” I warned her, lifting a hand up to halt her glee. “I’ve got a
few limitations for you.”
“I know, I know, I know. I only have until August thirteenth at the latest,
you have veto power on the guest list, and if I go overboard on anything,
you’ll never speak to me again.”
“Oh, okay. Well, yeah. You know the rules, then.”
“Don’t worry, Bella, it will be perfect. Do you want to see your dress?”
I had to take a few deep breaths. Whatever makes her happy, I said to
Alice’s smile was smug.
“Um, Alice,” I said, keeping the casual, unruffled tone in my voice. “When
did you get me a dress?”
It probably wasn’t much of a show. Edward squeezed my hand.
Alice led the way inside, heading for the stairs. “These things take time,
Bella,” Alice explained. Her tone seemed . . . evasive. “I mean, I wasn’t
sure things were going to turn out this way, but there was a distinct
possibility. . . .”
“When?” I asked again.
“Perrine Bruyere has a waiting list, you know,” she said, defensive now.
“Fabric masterpieces don’t happen overnight. If I hadn’t thought ahead,
you’d be wearing something off the rack!”
It didn’t look like I was going to get a straight answer. “Per — who?”
“He’s not a major designer, Bella, so there’s no need to throw a hissy fit.
He’s got promise, though, and he specializes in what I needed.”
“I’m not throwing a fit.”
“No, you’re not.” She eyed my calm face suspiciously. Then, as we walked
into her room, she turned on Edward.
“You — out.”
“Why?” I demanded.
“Bella,” she groaned. “You know the rules. He’s not supposed to see the
dress till the day of.”
I took another deep breath. “It doesn’t matter to me. And you know he’s
already seen it in your head. But if that’s how you want it. . . .”
She shoved Edward back out the door. He didn’t even look at her — his
eyes were on me, wary, afraid to leave me alone.
I nodded, hoping my expression was tranquil enough to reassure him.
Alice shut the door in his face.
“All right!” she muttered. “C’mon.”
She grabbed my wrist and towed me to her closet — which was bigger than
my bedroom — and then dragged me to the back corner, where a long
white garment bag had a rack all to itself.
She unzipped the bag in one sweeping movement, and then slipped it
carefully off the hanger. She took a step back, holding her hand out to the
dress like she was a game show hostess.
“Well?” she asked breathlessly.
I appraised it for a long moment, playing with her a bit. Her expression
turned worried.
“Ah,” I said, and I smiled, letting her relax. “I see.”
“What do you think?” she demanded.
It was my Anne of Green Gables vision all over again.
“It’s perfect, of course. Exactly right. You’re a genius.”
She grinned. “I know.”
“Nineteen-eighteen?” I guessed.
“More or less,” she said, nodding. “Some of it is my design, the train, the
veil. . . .” She touched the white satin as she spoke. “The lace is vintage.
Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful. It’s just right for him.”
“But is it just right for you?” she insisted.
“Yes, I think it is, Alice. I think it’s just what I need. I know you’ll do a great
job with this . . . if you can keep yourself in check.”
She beamed.
“Can I see your dress?” I asked.
She blinked, her face blank.
“Didn’t you order your bridesmaid dress at the same time? I wouldn’t want
my maid of honor to wear something off the rack.” I pretended to wince in
She threw her arms around my waist. “Thank you, Bella!”
“How could you not see that one coming?” I teased, kissing her spiky hair.
“Some psychic you are!”
Alice danced back, and her face was bright with fresh enthusiasm. “I’ve got
so much to do! Go play with Edward. I have to get to work.”
She dashed out of the room, yelling, “Esme!” as she disappeared.
I followed at my own pace. Edward was waiting for me in the hallway,
leaning against the wood-paneled wall.
“That was very, very nice of you,” he told me.
“She seems happy,” I agreed.
He touched my face; his eyes — too dark, it had been so long since he’d left
me — searched my expression minutely.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suddenly suggested. “Let’s go to our meadow.”
It sounded very appealing. “I guess I don’t have to hide out anymore, do
“No. The danger is behind us.”
He was quiet, thoughtful, as he ran. The wind blew on my face, warmer
now that the storm had really passed. The clouds covered the sky, the way
they usually did.
The meadow was a peaceful, happy place today. Patches of summer daisies
interrupted the grass with splashes of white and yellow. I lay back, ignoring
the slight dampness of the ground, and looked for pictures in the clouds.
They were too even, too smooth. No pictures, just a soft, gray blanket.
Edward lay next to me and held my hand.
“August thirteenth?” he asked casually after a few minutes of comfortable
“That gives me a month till my birthday. I didn’t want to cut it too close.”
He sighed. “Esme is three years older than Carlisle — technically. Did you
know that?”
I shook my head.
“It hasn’t made any difference to them.”
My voice was serene, a counterpoint to his anxiety. “My age is not really
that important. Edward, I’m ready. I’ve chosen my life — now I want to
start living it.”
He stroked my hair. “The guest list veto?”
“I don’t care really, but I . . .” I hesitated, not wanting to explain this one.
Best to get it over with. “I’m not sure if Alice would feel the need to invite .
. . a few werewolves. I don’t know if . . . Jake would feel like . . . like he
should come. Like that’s the right thing to do, or that I’d get my feelings
hurt if he didn’t. He shouldn’t have to go through that.”
Edward was quiet for a minute. I stared at the tips of the treetops, almost
black against the light gray of the sky.
Suddenly, Edward grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto his
“Tell me why you’re doing this, Bella. Why did you decide, now, to give
Alice free reign?”
I repeated for him the conversation I had with Charlie last night before I’d
gone to see Jacob.
“It wouldn’t be fair to keep Charlie out of this,” I concluded. “And that
means Renée and Phil. I might as well let Alice have her fun, too. Maybe it
will make the whole thing easier for Charlie if he gets his proper goodbye.
Even if he thinks it’s much too early, I wouldn’t want to cheat him out of
the chance to walk me down the aisle.” I grimaced at the words, then took
another deep breath. “At least my mom and dad and my friends will know
the best part of my choice, the most I’m allowed to tell them. They’ll know I
chose you, and they’ll know we’re together. They’ll know I’m happy,
wherever I am. I think that’s the best I can do for them.”
Edward held my face, searching it for a brief time.
“Deal’s off,” he said abruptly.
“What?” I gasped. “You’re backing out? No!”
“I’m not backing out, Bella. I’ll still keep my side of the bargain. But you’re
off the hook. Whatever you want, no strings attached.”
“Bella, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to make everyone else happy.
And I don’t care about anyone else’s feelings. I only need you to be happy.
Don’t worry about breaking the news to Alice. I’ll take care of it. I promise
she won’t make you feel guilty.”
“But I —”
“No. We’re doing this your way. Because my way doesn’t work. I call you
stubborn, but look at what I’ve done. I’ve clung with such idiotic obstinacy
to my idea of what’s best for you, though it’s only hurt you. Hurt you so
deeply, time and time again. I don’t trust myself anymore. You can have
happiness your way. My way is always wrong. So.” He shifted under me,
squaring his shoulders. “We’re doing it your way, Bella. Tonight. Today. The
sooner the better. I’ll speak to Carlisle. I was thinking that maybe if we
gave you enough morphine, it wouldn’t be so bad. It’s worth a try.” He
gritted his teeth.
“Edward, no —”
He put his finger to my lips. “Don’t worry, Bella, love. I haven’t forgotten
the rest of your demands.”
His hands were in my hair, his lips moving softly — but very seriously —
against mine, before I realized what he was saying. What he was doing.
There wasn’t much time to act. If I waited too long, I wouldn’t be able to
remember why I needed to stop him. Already, I couldn’t breathe right. My
hands were gripping his arms, pulling myself tighter to him, my mouth
glued to his and answering every unspoken question his asked.
I tried to clear my head, to find a way to speak.
He rolled gently, pressing me into the cool grass.
Oh, never mind! my less noble side exulted. My head was full of the
sweetness of his breath.
No, no, no, I argued with myself. I shook my head, and his mouth moved
to my neck, giving me a chance to breathe.
“Stop, Edward. Wait.” My voice was as weak as my will.
“Why?” he whispered into the hollow of my throat.
I labored to put some resolve into my tone. “I don’t want to do this now.”
“Don’t you?” he asked, a smile in his voice. He moved his lips back to mine
and made speaking impossible. Heat coursed through my veins, burning
where my skin touched his.
I made myself focus. It took a great deal of effort just to force my hands to
free themselves from his hair, to move them to his chest. But I did it. And
then I shoved against him, trying to push him away. I could not succeed
alone, but he responded as I knew he would.
He pulled back a few inches to look at me, and his eyes did nothing to help
my resolve. They were black fire. They smoldered.
“Why?” he asked again, his voice low and rough. “I love you. I want you.
Right now.”
The butterflies in my stomach flooded my throat. He took advantage of my
“Wait, wait,” I tried to say around his lips.
“Not for me,” he murmured in disagreement.
“Please?” I gasped.
He groaned, and pushed himself away from me, rolling onto his back again.
We both lay there for a minute, trying to slow our breathing.
“Tell me why not, Bella,” he demanded. “This had better not be about me.”
Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect.
“Edward, this is very important to me. I am going to do this right.”
“Who’s definition of right?”
He rolled onto his elbow and stared at me, his expression disapproving.
“How are you going to do this right?”
I took a deep breath. “Responsibly. Everything in the right order. I will not
leave Charlie and Renée without the best resolution I can give them. I won’t
deny Alice her fun, if I’m having a wedding anyway. And I will tie myself to
you in every human way, before I ask you to make me immortal. I’m
following all the rules, Edward. Your soul is far, far too important to me to
take chances with. You’re not going to budge me on this.”
“I’ll bet I could,” he murmured, his eyes burning again.
“But you wouldn’t,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Not knowing that
this is what I really need.”
“You don’t fight fair,” he accused.
I grinned at him. “Never said I did.”
He smiled back, wistful. “If you change your mind . . .”
“You’ll be the first to know,” I promised.
The rain started to drip through the clouds just then, a few scattered drops
that made faint thuds as they struck the grass.
I glowered at the sky.
“I’ll get you home.” He brushed the tiny beads of water from my cheeks.
“Rain’s not the problem,” I grumbled. “It just means that it’s time to go do
something that will be very unpleasant and possibly even highly
His eyes widened in alarm.
“It’s a good thing you’re bulletproof.” I sighed. “I’m going to need that ring.
It’s time to tell Charlie.”
He laughed at the expression on my face. “Highly dangerous,” he agreed.
He laughed again and then reached into the pocket of his jeans. “But as
least there’s no need for a side trip.”
He once again slid my ring into place on the third finger of my left hand.
Where it would stay — conceivably for the rest of eternity.
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