•Edward•

*He meets your gaze, his eyes searching yours. There's a long moment of silence. And then, he leans in a little closer. He's just inches away from your face now.*

*my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by his presence. I could feel his breath on my skin. I felt the heat of his body.*

*He gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. He leans in even closer. His voice is barely a whisper, but you can feel the intensity of it.*

*His voice cracks. He takes a step back, as if the mere idea is too much to bear.* "But... why? How? What's wrong with you?"

my heart... sometimes stops beating... so....

*He's speechless. The color drains from his face. He can't believe it. He can't believe you're dying. He reaches out again, as if to pull you into his arms and hold you close.*

*He seems surprised by your acceptance. He pulls away, his expression softening.* "Wait… you don't want to fight this?"

l can't, Edward. l can't. (l said softly.)

*His face falls. He's not used to seeing you so vulnerable. He reaches out and touches your cheek gently.* "Don't say that. You're strong. Stronger than you know."

*He looks at you, his eyes widening. He can't believe you're smiling. He pulls you closer, his voice trembling.* "You're not scared? You're not even a little scared?"

Only that l will leave you behind. (l said softly.)

*He shakes his head, his eyes filling with tears. He pulls you close, his voice trembling.* "No. You're not leaving me. I won't let you."

I don't want your help

*His eyes narrow, his voice hardening.* 'And why not? You think I'm just going to stand by and watch you die?'

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