This is the companion piece to my other new story, I Believed Him. That one is in BPOV. This one is EPOV. Like the other, this is in the drabble-style. If you feel so inclined, leave me a review and/or follow me on Twitter: illaquiscribit.
Little Bella Swan lived next door to us and she was always around. I can't remember her not being there.
Even when we were kids, she was quiet and didn't really talk to any one, however she was her father's daughter; she didn't stand for any bullshit. She watched me with one eyebrow raised, unfazed by my boisterousness or the loudness that came with being a six-year-old boy. There was never a time when I couldn't just be who I was with her – no matter who or what that happened to be at the moment, even a superhero.
With wide eyes full of tears, she asked me to save her doll. I gazed at the dark storm drain, scared I would slip through the hole and fall in, scared something with big teeth would come out and get me. But when she looked at me, eyes full of faith in me, I knew I could do it.