I felt horrible.
I had the longest day at school and was then told I'd fail English. This stressed me out, knowing I may not graduate, showing I wasn't as good as the rest of the student, meaning I wasn't good enough for Edward. Like always.
As I walked up to my room I felt tears begin to prick in my eyes. I carried on walking to my bedroom, by the time I had arrived I had tears falling freely down my cheeks. I climbed into bed and sobbed, knowing I wasn't good enough for anything or anyone, especially not the love of my life, Edward.
After crying for several minuets into my pillow I felt the bed dip under me and a cold hand stroke my neck. I knew it was Edward. 'Hey baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying, Sweetheart?' he murmured into my hair, as he continued to stroke my neck with his thumb and rub my back soothingly with his large cold hand.
I couldn't answer him, I knew he'd be angry at me for hating myself. Yet, although I knew it was true that I wasn't good enough for him, I knew he'd say the opposite. I just kept quiet, continuing to cry into my pillow.
He sighed loudly before picking up my small body and lying under it and placing me on top of him. I didn't look up from his chest. He gently ran his fingers through my hair whilst saying in a soft voice 'Precious, don't cry. I don't know what's wrong, but nothing can be bad enough to get you in such a state. Sweetie, I cant help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, and I cant stand to see you in tears.' he whispered.
I still didn't respond, nor did I plan to. the embarrassment would be too much. He knew I didn't plan to respond in the mean time so he gently lifted my shaking body up and pulled my coat off. He kissed my forehead gently and stared at me. I refused to look up at him. 'Let's get you changed and comfortable, Beautiful.' he said gently, even though it was a statement, I knew he was asking permission. I didn't say anything I just nodded, keeping my eyes fixed to the floor.
He hesitantly caught a hold of the hem of my top. I lifted my arms in response, he pulled the top of my head and replaced it with a comfy, loose t-shirt. He then awkwardly balanced me on the floor and pulled my jeans down, he replaced them with warm sweatpants. He grabbed a face wipe and gently wiped all my tears away. When he was done he placed a quick, yet soft peck on my trembling lips.
I stood motionless as he pulled me onto his lap and let me cry against his neck.