Author's Note: Hello everyone. I haven't posted any fanfics for a LONG time. This is just a drabble, and it's really short and random. I'm not particularly pleased with it, but I guess it's ok. This is a pairing that I've only recently discovered, and I really like them, so it's the first fanfiction that I've written about them. I just wanted to sort of some of the feelings - that I had my brain - of what Rosalie might have felt, in a hypothetical situation. If I ever get around to writing a multi-chapter fic, I might use this as a base. Maybe I'll get started on that around exams, in December. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short drabble, it will only take a few minutes of your time. Please read and review, if you like. Constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated. Also, feel free to flame me, if you really want. I'm tired, so I didn't check this very well for grammar and spelling. This is my third Twilight fic.
Disclaimer: Twilight and it's characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer. I do not own Twilight or it's characters, nor do I gain any profit from this fanfiction.
She had finally figured it out. All the feelings that had boiled beneath her skin for so long, almost passionate; she was so sure that it was hate. Yes, hate, that's what it was: she hated him. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. She had to hate him – they were enemies. Even if she didn't want to hate him, what could she do? They had always been destined to be enemies. Not that she didn't want to hate him, because she did: that's what she had constantly tried to convince herself of. But the problem was that she didn't hate him. She wanted to, but she didn't. They weren't friends or anything – definitely not. On second thoughts, maybe she did hate him, but there was something else as well, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. That's what she told herself, but deep inside of her, she knew very well what it was. After all, she had been in love twice before. Once with Royce, and again with Emmett. Oh God, Emmett! How could she do this to him? She did love him, she really did. He had always been so good and kind to her. Yet for all Emmett's kindness, she couldn't help but fall in love with that god-damn werewolf, her natural born enemy. Why though, did she love him, when she also hated him? Yes, she must hate him too, for she had hated many times before, and knew exactly what that was like as well. She had never believed it when people had told her that there was a thin line between love and hate – but now she did, for she was experiencing it herself. Two emotions, on the opposite ends of the emotional spectrum, and she could not separate them, nor distinguish them. What made this whole business worse were Edward's ever-present accusing glares. He had known, even before she did. Reading her thoughts, he had listened to her jumbled mess of emotions and feelings and expertly figured them out for himself. He had been treating her coldly ever since he had realized the truth, which had been long before she herself had realized. Edward hated her for falling in love with another, even though Emmett knew nothing, and she had done nothing to hurt him. He wanted her to leave, probably hating her with every inch of his soul, but he didn't want Emmett to be hurt. She had no intention of pursuing her, almost unwanted, feelings for that damn mongrel. Sometimes, however, she wished that she could, just to spite Edward. If it hadn't been for him, she would have locked her feelings into the deepest pits of her heart, and forgotten about them. But Edward's constant, judgemental gaze would eternally remind her of the harsh truth: she, Rosalie Cullen, had fallen in love with Jacob Black.