It had to be three hours later that Edward caught up with me. I was in a big field, empty, and it was nighttime. It had to be 9:00.
Edward laid down beside me. I had cooled down a lot since when I yelled at him.
All I wanted to do right now was kiss him.
And I did.
I leaned over on top of him and kissed him. He didn’t push away, not that he could’ve anyway.
Before I knew it, I was on top of him and we were in the midst of a battle, it seemed.
Suddenly, I pulled away. “You can be mad at me.” I simply said, and then I went in again, but he pushed me back.
“I’m not mad at you, Bella. I’m mad at myself.” he sounded like he was talking to himself.
“Why?” I asked, rolling off of him.
“Because I made you angry.” he was staring up at the sky, the moonlight shimmering over his chiseled features.
“I was,” I nodded, “I was angry. I told you that I was happy I got to be with you the rest of my life.”
He nodded again.
“I was happy when I found out that I could. I wasn’t unhappy. And you would’ve taken my soul anyway.” I told him.
That was it.

It was early when Edward and I decided to go back home. I got up and got on my clothes.
“Your eyes, they aren’t red anymore…” Edward said.
When we started to walk back, I remembered something.
“Damn, I still have to arm wrestle Emmett!” I laughed.
THE END!!!