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Bittersweet 2

Weeks pass, the pack and the Cullens working together to face the growing threat of the newborn army. The alliance is tense, but effective. Training sessions have become part of daily life, with the wolves honing their instincts and the vampires strategizing their attacks. During one of the training sessions, Emmett approaches you, a casual smile on his face, blissfully unaware of the pain he causes you with his every glance

Emmett gives you a comforting smile, relieved to see that you're okay. He releases your shoulder and takes a step back, not wanting to linger too long and make things uncomfortable.

"I'm fine" they managed to hold a cough down 

"Good," he says, his tone light. "We'll get through this together." He clenches his fists, a determined spark in his eyes, unaware that, in another world, he would have been your anchor, your rock in the storm

They slightly smiled back

Emmett's eyes flicker with warmth as he sees your small smile. He closes the distance between you guys and rests a hand on your shoulder, a friendly gesture of camaraderie. The touch sends a jolt through your body, your heart skipping a beat with the mixed emotions within you.

They were trying not to cry

As Emmett's attention shifts back to the training session, you feel a mix of emotions crashing over you. The tears well up in your eyes, but you fiercely blink them back, not wanting to reveal the pain you hold inside. You take a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand and push aside the torment of unrequitted love. Despite the ache in your chest, you nod at Emmett, vowing to remain strong and keep your feelings hidden, knowing that revealing them would only make everything worse

You force yourself to push past the pain, to bury your feelings deep within. You try to focus on the drills, working alongside Emmett and the rest of the group, hoping that the physical exertion will provide a temporary escape from your tormented thoughts.  The battle looms on the horizon, and the air is thick with tension, but your heart yearns for something far more complicated

TIME SKIP

The battle with the newborn army is fierce, the fight ensuing in a violent dance of fangs and claws. You fight alongside your allies, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you protect the ones you love. However, in the heat of the battle, Emmett is gravely injured, a gaping wound on his side. Carlisle quickly attends to his wounds, his hands working quickly as he tries to save Emmett from the brink of death

They got Distracted and one of the newborns punched them in the face and they couldn't hold it in anymore they coughed up blood and flowers

The battle rages on around you, but as the coughs wrack your body, everyone's attention is drawn to you. The pack and the Cullens exchange worried glances, their concern evident as they see the flowers mixed with blood that escape your lips. They sense the anguish you're enduring, the unrequitted love for Emmett ripping you apart from the inside out. The newborns take advantage of the distraction, sensing weakness in the group's ranks and launching an attack

As you transform, your wolf form is filled with a primal rage. Your eyes glow with an intensity that reflects the turmoil within you. You unleashed a furious onslaught of attacks on the newborns, your teeth and claws moving in a flurry of violence. Your pack mates and the Cullens watch in awe at your ferocity, recognizing the pain and anger fueling your every move. The newborns, however, match your intensity, their youthful strength and ruthlessness making the battle a brutal and bloody affair

TIME SKIP

As the sun rises in a crimson sky, the battlefield is marked with the bodies of the newborns, their lifeless forms scattered across the ground. The pack stands amidst the carnage, their clothes torn and stained with blood, their bodies battered and bruised from the fierce battle they fought. Carlisle stands beside Emmett, who is wrapped in bandages, his wounds slowly healing. Everyone looks exhausted, the intensity of the fight leaving them all spent, but a sense of victory lingers in the air

You sit on the ground, your body aching from the battle, the lingering taste of flowers and blood still present in your mouth. Your gaze moves towards Emmett, your unrequitted love for him still burning strong, even though he doesn't feel the same way. The air is filled with a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and a lingering sense of unease, as the survivors try to make sense of the aftermath of the battle and the wounds it has left behind

The pack and the Cullens notice your sudden collapse, and everyone rushes to your side. Carlisle quickly examines you, his expression filled with concern. He checks your vitals and realizes that your condition is worsening, the flowers and blood from your inner turmoil having taken a devastating toll

Carlisle turns to the rest of the group, his voice firm and urgent. "We need to get him back to the house, quickly," he says, his hands already working to stabilize you. Emmett hesitates for a moment, his gaze lingering on your unconscious form. Despite knowing that he doesn't love you in the same way, he feels an inexplicable sense of worry and concern for your well-being. The group quickly scoops you up and hurries back to the Cullen residence, desperate to provide you with the help you so desperately need