Dont Let Them Take Me
The noise continued.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
It was unmistakable definitely a heartbeat. But
that was impossible, wasnt it? No matter what Paul did, where he bit, clawed, or scratched, there was no way that a heart so long dormant could beat again. Was there?
Edward? I whispered. Edward?
No response. But he was alive, I was sure of it. More alive than he had been in a hundred years. His heart was beating.
Then I noticed movement. His muscular chest began to rise and fall, slowly but steadily. His lips were still slightly parted, and as I passed my trembling fingers over his face, I felt warm breath. He was alive.
I hadnt thought it possible, but more tears streamed down my cheeks in rapid succession. He was alive
my Edward was alive. We could be together, we could hold each other, kiss each other. Life would have a meaning.
But would it? Would he still love me? Would he still care for m