Eclipse: There is no Impossible Love

Chapter 6: When Pain Bleeds...

As we remember Juliette was walking towards Edward grabbing a knife in her hands... Now let's see what happens next.

As Juliette turns around, Edward's heart pounds in his chest, freezing as he spots the knife glinting in her hand, smeared with her own blood. She walks toward him with a vacant, almost trance-like expression, each step slow and heavy.

"Juliette..." he whispers, barely able to speak. "What are you doing?" Panic edges into his voice, but she doesn't answer. He stumbles backward, desperately trying to keep his distance, but his foot catches, and he tumbles to the ground.

Dazed, he scrambles to sit up, his eyes never leaving her. She stops a few feet away, and as he looks down, he sees it-the dark, seeping wound along her wrist. Blood flows freely, dripping onto the ground, and his mind struggles to grasp what he's seeing.

"Juliette, no..." he breathes, his voice cracking with fear. "Why would you... why would you do this?"

She gazes at him, her eyes filled with a haunting emptiness. "Because, Edward," she whispers, her voice barely audible, "sometimes, pain is the only thing that feels real." Her words are chilling, almost detached, as if she's lost somewhere he can't reach.

Edward shakes his head, his face stricken. "This isn't the answer, Juliette! I'm here... I'm here for you. You don't have to do this alone." He reaches out, his hand trembling, but she takes a small step back, her gaze unreadable.

"Where were you before, Edward?" she asks, her voice breaking, her vulnerability now surfacing beneath the emptiness. "When I needed you... when everything fell apart... you weren't there."

Edward shakes his head, his face stricken. "This isn't the answer, Juliette! I'm here... I'm here for you. You don't have to do this alone." He reaches out, his hand trembling, but she takes a small step back, her gaze unreadable.

"Where were you before, Edward?" she asks, her voice breaking, her vulnerability now surfacing beneath the emptiness. "When I needed you... when everything fell apart... you weren't there."

Edward's face falls, guilt and anguish mixing in his expression. "I know," he whispers, his voice full of regret. "I messed up, but please... let me help you now."

She looks at him, her tears mixing with the blood on her face, a painful reminder of the depth of her suffering. A flicker of pain crosses her face as she whispers, "Maybe it's too late."

Edward's heart sinks, and he stares at her, desperate to find the right words. "It's not too late, Juliette. I'm not leaving this time... I promise. Just... give me the knife, please." His hand reaches out slowly, his eyes pleading with her to trust him.

For a moment, her grip on the knife wavers, and she looks down at the blood staining her hand. Her expression softens, the weight of his words seeming to reach her.

As Juliette's grip on the knife loosens, Edward seizes the moment, reaching out and firmly grasping her wrist. With one swift motion, he carefully takes the knife from her hand, tossing it aside where it clatters against the ground. Relief floods through him as he finally disarms her, his breath shaky.

"Juliette," he murmurs softly, trying to reach her. But as he holds her steady, he notices her eyes beginning to lose focus. Her body wavers, and before he can say another word, she slumps forward, her strength drained.