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Jealousy
She glared with seemingly cold eyes at the target of her affection. No one understood-no would anyone ever understand-just why she adored the girl so much, loved her even. They all thought she was hateful, jealous even.
No, she was only like that because it was the one way she knew to hide her true feelings. It was easy enough to conceal; all she had to do was think about her jealousy towards Edward. Edward had what she didn't. Edward had someone he loved.
Someone that Rosalie knew that she couldn't have.
Rosalie had felt the attraction to Bella the first day she had seen her at their high school. She had seen the way Bella had looked at them, for a second mistaking it for a look devoted entirely to her. Then she had remembered Edward. Of course, she thought spitefully. The girl would be attracted to him and all of her impossibly handsome brothers.
It had only been another slap in the face when Edward announced that he wasn't going to attend school because of her. Bella, she had found out her name was. Bella Swan. A beautiful name, and it went together perfectly with her own.
Rosalie had at first denied having such strong feelings for a fellow female. She felt a connection with Bella, nothing more. And besides, she had her strong and immortally beautiful Emmett.
Things had only gotten worse when Edward chose to get involved with Bella.
With Bella a constant in her life, it had become harder and harder to push away her feelings. The girl, beautiful for a human, seemed to be a candle that warmed Rosalie's heart the longer she was around.
The real reason she'd said no to having Bella turned into one of them was a selfish one. She didn't want to see Bella every day with someone else for the rest of eternity. Rosalie's love was a selfish one as was her nature, and when presented with two hard choices-Bella eventually dying, or not being able to be with an immortal Bella-she had chosen the one that would hurt her less.
If only the people she'd come to call family had agreed with her.
Emmett told her that she was being stuck up, even childish. He ignorantly asked why she was so resentful towards Bella. He embraced her, whispering kind words of how much he loved her into her ear.
But she wasn't satisfied with him any longer.
Bella was who she wanted. Bella was who she couldn't have. A tragic love story, she deemed it. But at least Romeo and Juliet both loved each other, she thought spitefully.
It was just the ironic punishment that she deserved for the bad things she had done. Having to spend eternity with the woman she loved, who in turn was in love with the man she had adopted as her brother. Nothing could have been worse.
Nothing-until Edward managed to do the impossible and get Bella pregnant.
And Bella had asked her to make sure nothing happened to the child. She, trying to atone for past deeds, had said that she would. She would take care of Bella. She would make sure that nothing happened to her or her unborn child.
And as she glared at Bella, she turned. Clutching her rapidly-growing child, Bella had given her a look. A look so serene, so gentle, so loving, that it made Rosalie think...
That maybe eternity with a doomed love wasn't so bad after all.
