Chapter 10

(BPOV)

I rolled over, frustrated. The digital clock screamed one in the morning at me, the glaring red numbers advancing by the minute. I had been lying in bed for what seemed like eternity now, yet I couldn’t go to sleep, and the wedding was in merely hours. I didn’t know how I did it, but my body started to hyperventilate at its own will, my lungs giving way at their own accord.

It was all Alice’s fault, really. My annoying vampire sister had all of a sudden become traditional, insisting Edward and I be separated until I finally walk down the aisle—if I don’t slip and fall, that is. It was so irrational, the last I had seen of my angel was when he sent me home, but it already felt like I was dying from the inside out, my own personal hell. I had grown so accustomed to his stone cold body beside mine, his glorious voice as he hummed my favorite song in the world, one night without Edward seemed impossible.

I groaned, cutting off the oxygen that was really all that kept me alive as I hid my face in my pillow. I was going insane.

Before I could fall any further into the welcoming arms of desperation, I heard a soft brush come from my window. My breath caught—the window was now wide open, but nobody was there; nobody should have been there. It couldn’t have been any of the Cullens, could it? Alice would kill anyone who’d disturb my sleep; I apparently “needed it for tomorrow”. I started to panic; my heart went erratic, not at all helping with my attempt to calm down.

Then I heard a silent chuckle come from behind me, the laugh I knew. I heaved a sigh of relief, turned around, narrowing my eyes to glower at him.

I couldn’t. All my willpower seemed to have crumbled to the ground as I lay my eyes on him. Edward was sitting on my bed, beside me; his golden eyes were gleaming in the midnight light, gentle. His lips twitched on both ends as he met my eyes. I caught my breath again, but this time the reason being the butterflies in my stomach. How was he doing this?