Fic - You Can't Mend A Broken Heart
You Can’t Mend A Broken Heart
Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Rating: PG-13 or T
Pairing/s: Bella/Carlisle, implied Edward/Bella and Carlisle/Esme
Category: Angst/Romance
Spoilers: New Moon
Warnings: Implied major character death
Summary: Sequel to If Only. You can’t fix a broken heart when it still clings to another.
A/N: Written for my Twilight20 prompt: Pain.
In the dimness of the moonlight streaming through the window, two silhouettes collided into each other in a soft embrace.
The smaller one with long brown hair wound her arms around the neck of the taller blond. On her toes, she stayed; a breath away. She never touched his lips. She waited.
It was all up to him.
He shifted, almost invisible to the untrained eye. She stared at him, unnerving him with piercing brown eyes.
It wasn’t always like this, she mused. They never really connected until one night. Two broken hearts came together to form a relationship.
There were fiery kisses and crushing grasps. And then it stopped.
Fiery kisses turned into light nuzzles. Crushing grasps turned to smooth snuggles.
There were more hugs and less lustful touches. Then that stopped.
She snapped to the present as he started to move his lips toward her.
There.
Just before his eyes closed, something shone in his liquid ochre gaze. Something that pleaded to her. Something that made her freeze cold.
“Stop.”
He laid his hand on her chest. Her pulse throbbed frantically under his fingers.
She stepped away as he shot her a look of bewilderment.
“Don’t do this. It’s not fair to yourself. Or her.”
As comprehension dawned in his eyes, he nodded. He stepped forward and hugged her. But not the hug she wanted. Not a lover’s hug.
“Go to her. She deserves to know.”
He nodded once more and she stepped forward, clutching the sides of his beautiful face. She crashed her lips onto his for one last time. He seemed to understand and ran a cold tongue along her lips.
Then he was gone.
And as Bella watched the front door shut; she could only hope that her throat would stop squeezing so tight because she couldn’t breathe.
As she watched the lover she had come to know after such pain, walk out of her life, she wished that he would give her heart back someday.
Because you can’t fix a broken heart when it still clings to another.