Fan Fiction
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In her eyes
She stands through my shadow
She sees something more
Believes there’s a light in me
She is sure
I lightly stroked Bella’s hair as she lay beside me, bathed in the moonlight. It is so strange to think that an angel this beautiful could love someone like me.
Oh I know how she thinks she’s inferior to me and that all she can do is stand back in my shadow. If only she knew that she shines out on her own, and I am the one bathed in the dark. I try to tell her this nearly everyday but she just will not accept that I am a monster and keeps insisting I have a soul and that there is good in me.
And the truth makes me stronger
Does she realise
I wake every morning
With the strength by my side
I let my nose graze her head and inhale deeply, resisting the wine but appreciating the bouquet. Every time I’m near here I can feel my resistance weakening but my will getting stronger and every morning when she wakes up the strength she gives’ me with her love is so strong that I feel I can overcome any problem we will face.
I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
A man who’s trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am
Bella seems’ to think in her mind that I am superman, or an angel that god has sent to protect the world, oh but how wrong she is. It’s not as if I lie to Bella, she knows the truth but in her eye’s I can see she still believes’ it.
I love Bella with all of my dead, un-beating heart, and from the thought of every other man, along with more than half the male population inside Forks, and even that mutt in La Push
This world keeps on spinning
Only she stills my heart
She my inspiration
She’s my northern star
If I lie completely still and don’t breathe, I sometimes’ swear I can feel the world turning beneath our feet. Back before I met Bella I would lie in my room and imagine the earth rotating slowly while circling that big star in the sky. I’ve never done that since Bella. Even before we were talking I would sit at my piano and think of her until inspiration hit me. And even when we were talking I would still just watch the star’s, often with Bella and pointing out the constellation’s.


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