*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 21 - PHONE CALL


I held the phone to my ear. My joints were ফ্রোজেন with terror - I couldn't unbend my fingers to drop it.
I knew I had to think, but my head was filled with the sound of my mother's panic. সেকেন্ড ticked দ্বারা while I fought for control.
Slowly, slowly, my thoughts started to break past that brick দেওয়াল of pain. To plan. For I had no choices now but one: to go to the mirrored room and die. I had no guarantees, nothing to give to keep my mother alive. I could only hope that James would be satisfied with winning the game, that beating Edward would be enough. Despair gripped me; there was no way to bargain, nothing I could offer অথবা withhold that could influence him. But I still had no choice. I had to try.
I pushed the terror back as well as I could. My decision was made. It did no good to waste time agonizing over the outcome. I had to think clearly, because Alice and Jasper were waiting for me, and evading them was absolutely essential, and absolutely impossible.
I was suddenly grateful that Jasper was gone. If he had been here to feel my anguish in the last five minutes, how could I have kept them from being suspicious? I choked back the dread, the anxiety, tried to stifle it. I couldn't afford it now. I didn't know when he would return.
I concentrated on my escape. I had to hope that my familiarity with the airport woulf turn the odds in my favor. Somehow, I had to keep Alice away....
I knew Alice was in the other room waiting for me, curious. But I had to deal with one আরো thing in private, before Jasper was back.
I had to accept that I wouldn't see Edward again, not even one last glimpse of his face to carry with me to the mirror room. I was going to hurt him, and I couldn't say goodbye. I let the waves of torture wash over me, have their way for a time. Then I pushed them back, too, and went to face Alice.
The only expression I could manage was a dull, dead look. I saw her alarm and I didn't wait for her to ask. I had just one script and I'd never manage improvisation now.
"My mom was worried, she wanted to come home. But it's okay, I convinced her to stay away." My voice was lifeless.
"We'll make sure she's fine, Bella, don't worry."
I turned away; I couldn't let her see my face.
My eye fell on a blank page of the hotel stationery on the desk. I went to it slowly, a plan forming. There was an envelope there, too. That was good.
"Alice," I asked slowly, without turning, keeping my voice level. "If I write a letter for my mother, would আপনি give it to her? Leave it at the house, I mean."
"Sure, Bella." Her voice was careful. She could see me coming apart at the seems. I had to keep my emotions under better control.
I went into the bedroom again, and knelt পরবর্তি to the little bedside টেবিল to write.
"Edward," I wrote. My hand was shaking, the letters were hardly legible.


"I প্রণয় you. I am sorry. He has my mom, and I
have to try. I know it may not work. I am so very, very
sorry.
Don't be angry with Alice অথবা Jasper. If I get away
from them it will be a miracle. Tell them thank আপনি for
me. Alice especially, please.
And please, please don't come after him. That's what
he wants, I think. I can't ভালুক it if anyone has to be hurt
because of me, especially you. Please this is the only
thing I can ask আপনি now. For me.
I প্রণয় you. Forgive me.
Bella.


I folded the letter carefully, and sealed it in the envelope. Eventually he would find it. I only hoped he would understand, and listen to me just this once.
And then I carefully sealed away my heart.