Angel
"I don't believe in 'I Love You,'" Rosalie answers, her face dark. "It's nothing but a seven letter lie."
I chuckle, my hands caressing hers as she glares down at me. I'm careful not to hurt her with my newborn strength, ten times what I had beforeI had been taken in by this angel, and her God. Carlisle sits in the corner, purposefully trying not to listen, though his stillness gives it away.
"'I Love You' is eight letters, Rose."
"So is 'bullshit,'" She snaps, golden eyes angry. "And my name... is Rosalie."
I stare up at her, confused.
"Why'd you save me then, Rosalie?"
She falters, surprise now the dominant expression on her pale, angelic face. "You were dieing." She answers, as though it should have been obvious.
"But you could have walked away. You've seen people die before, Rosalie. You told me so, while I lay on that table," I gesture over my shoulder, and Rosalie flinches. "only yesterday."
"I didn't think you could hear me!" Was her defence. Upstairs, I heard the other vampire, Edward, snort.
"None-the-less, here I sit. Alive and well. Alive, and in love with an angel."
She snorts again, but looks less angry. I wonder if she's ever been told that before, by someone who actually means it. I suppose not.
I smile, and pull her closer down to me. It feels as though my heart is entangled with hers, and I decide that I will follow this girl and her abnormal lifestyle wherever she should please.
She slips her arms around me with a gentle sigh, all traces of her anger gone.
"What do you say, Rosalie?" I press my nose to hers.
"You can call me Rose." She answers, pressing her lips to mine.
Every other thought dissipates, and I can think of nothing but her soft lips against mine, for the rest of eternity.
I think this is cute. I love Rosalie and Emmett, and I read that "Bullshit" quote, and could think of nothing but them.
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