In Dire Need of Cessation

Twenty-Eight

References of Edgar Allan Poe's Raven are featured in the latter part of this chapter, I wanted to let you know in case you are not familiar with the classic poem and become confused. 

If you are unaware of the poem, simply ignore the brackets, they are of no significance. 

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Bella flickered in the corner of the room, her presence coming in and out of range like phone service when driving on a country road; she was sprawled across the sofa with my query of her verdict floating in the air unanswered. It was evident her mind was (abusing her) reeling with decisions that needed to be settled as the sky outside was the polar-opposite of her how her soul was being physically portrayed.

Black clouds glared from above the house, intimidating the natural wildlife, trees, and houses, enough to result in them be drained of their color in terror. The rain tumbled continuously, relentlessly, drowning the sodden grass and suffocating any remains of pleasure that was once here with this awful humidity.

The dark clouds billowed and rumbled, waiting for (the bright light) the beauty of the storm- which was always the lightning's assignment. With the wind crying, the clouds roaring, and the Earth suffering, the lightning streaked through the sky's black skin with crazed zig-zags, momentarily making its surroundings a dizzy purple. The punch of sound, like (the fist of William smashing the tender cheek of Isabella as a 'deserved' punishment for her 'audacious behavior') cymbals in a percussion orchestra, cracked through the air as the thunder attempted to catch up to the glorious light. No matter how fast the thunder ran, it would forever need time travel to beat the light.

Throughout the display of torment, though, I was focused on Bella, needing her to talk and share her thoughts (for me to be able to attempt to sway her decision in staying here).

"I am here Bella, with you, you do not need to conceal this...burden," I softly told her, rotating away from the window and opting to look into her eyes properly instead of using the window reflection.

Her feeble hand was grasping the cross around her neck, while her eyes were lazily shut and lips mouthing the words of a verse from the Bible.

I should step in...and certify that if she followed the path of God, it certainly wouldn't lead to me.

"My dear." I walked closer to her, turning my back on the disastrous storm. She opened her eyes but her lips didn't halt their request of God's guidance.

"If you were to follow God's lead." I crouched in front of her, both my hands on the seat of the sofa either side of her. "Then it would positively direct you to Heaven, and to refuse the temptation of sin- which is the transformation to make you a creature of Lucifer."

I was being, for once, selfless. I needed to inform Bella of how she would be following temptation, (And lead us not into temptation) which was something that was treated with so much contempt by some Christians. By choosing me, she would be betraying her religion, even if Carlisle and I still held the faith in our hearts. Some things would never change.

"Yet, here I sit, not being able to fathom a Heaven without you," she replied, her voice dry and her figure growing in opaqueness.

I was dumbfounded, not able to formulate a reply to something so raw of the heart. And therefore, with my mouth minutely ajar and my heart squeezing and forming currents of warmth that spread through me, I rose from my crouch and sat beside her.

"Is that one of the reasons which contribute to this storm? I have never seen your emotions so boisterous- albeit, it is understanding."

Bella idly hummed a laugh, very much sarcastic and humorless. "It is comical how I do not know my own capabilities!" Bella kept her head facing forward to the window, watching the tracks of rain streak down leaving no (tear) stains for evidence. "Posterior my last surviving child's passing, Lily, and the realization that she was not going to be accompanying me for the remaining eternity, I...produced a hurricane. Minor, of course, with...a mere few houses collapsing. There were injuries but no deaths. I was unaware of what was proceeding around me, so consumed by my grief." Bella wheeled her head around from the window to me. "That occurrence was entirely divergent to what we have at present. Formerly, it was the hopelessness that reduced me, currently, it is the war between mind and heart."