Post by Bella Cullen on Feb 13, 2013 0:51:21 GMT -5
“These violet delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder.
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest homey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately: long love doth so:
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."
-Friar Lawrence.
Bella sighed and shook her head looking at her hand that was wrapped in a bandage. Who knew punching a werewolf in the face would hurt so bad. Edward had agreed to give her a minute alone, which she was thankful for at the time. So many thoughts swirling in her mind at her talk with Rosalie earlier. Hearing first hand the horrors that some of her friends had been put through was hard to hear. Alice had mentioned not remembering much of her past, leaving it at that. Jasper having to go through so much turmoil at the hands of Maria. Her cold calculating ways that had almost ruined his character, but he was strong enough to stay himself. Rosalie's story was the worst; her torture and pain. Not from the transition, but from what she'd lost out on. It was taken from her before she had the chance to experience motherhood, life, love and marriage. And at the hands of her own fiance' did she get robbed of all of it. Bella understood where she was coming from, it did weigh on her mind. She was sacrificing giving Edward children, her mother and father grandchildren. Never had it dawned or occurred to her that she would ever want children. It just wasn't...her. She wanted Edward, forever. She wanted to be a vampire so that there could be no chance of losing him. Seeing the hurt in Rosalie's eyes when she said she wanted to grow old with Emmett made her wonder, if Edward had a choice if he'd have chosen this, or wanted to live?
Holding her hand in her other hand she winced at the small amount of pain that coursed through her when she flexed her hand. How dare he? How dare Jacob Black kiss her knowing she loved Edward. She'd chosen Edward time and time again. It was him, it would always be him. She loved Jacob, she did...but not the way he wanted her to. Or...not enough. It wasn't the same love she shared for Edward and it never would be. Jacob was her best friend and that was different. She couldn't give Jacob what he wanted no matter how hard she tried, she'd never let Edward go. This gravitational pull towards him was undeniably dominant and she couldn't and wouldn't fight it. She was irrevocably in love with him and always would be. His footsteps barely registered as he glided into the room so gracefully. She looked up and smiled at him, knowing he'd stay the entire night with her if she asked. Her compromise weighing on her mind, but for tonight...this would be enough.
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder.
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest homey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately: long love doth so:
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."
-Friar Lawrence.
Bella sighed and shook her head looking at her hand that was wrapped in a bandage. Who knew punching a werewolf in the face would hurt so bad. Edward had agreed to give her a minute alone, which she was thankful for at the time. So many thoughts swirling in her mind at her talk with Rosalie earlier. Hearing first hand the horrors that some of her friends had been put through was hard to hear. Alice had mentioned not remembering much of her past, leaving it at that. Jasper having to go through so much turmoil at the hands of Maria. Her cold calculating ways that had almost ruined his character, but he was strong enough to stay himself. Rosalie's story was the worst; her torture and pain. Not from the transition, but from what she'd lost out on. It was taken from her before she had the chance to experience motherhood, life, love and marriage. And at the hands of her own fiance' did she get robbed of all of it. Bella understood where she was coming from, it did weigh on her mind. She was sacrificing giving Edward children, her mother and father grandchildren. Never had it dawned or occurred to her that she would ever want children. It just wasn't...her. She wanted Edward, forever. She wanted to be a vampire so that there could be no chance of losing him. Seeing the hurt in Rosalie's eyes when she said she wanted to grow old with Emmett made her wonder, if Edward had a choice if he'd have chosen this, or wanted to live?
Holding her hand in her other hand she winced at the small amount of pain that coursed through her when she flexed her hand. How dare he? How dare Jacob Black kiss her knowing she loved Edward. She'd chosen Edward time and time again. It was him, it would always be him. She loved Jacob, she did...but not the way he wanted her to. Or...not enough. It wasn't the same love she shared for Edward and it never would be. Jacob was her best friend and that was different. She couldn't give Jacob what he wanted no matter how hard she tried, she'd never let Edward go. This gravitational pull towards him was undeniably dominant and she couldn't and wouldn't fight it. She was irrevocably in love with him and always would be. His footsteps barely registered as he glided into the room so gracefully. She looked up and smiled at him, knowing he'd stay the entire night with her if she asked. Her compromise weighing on her mind, but for tonight...this would be enough.
