Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.
It made him mad sometimes, he thought as he stormed up the stairs to get to his girl. It got him so mad that everyone was attached to Bella enough that his Rose was pushed aside. I mean, sure, he loved Bella. She was practically his sister. But Roseā¦Rose always came first. She was his, he loved her with everything he had. And he'd be damned if he let her hurt anymore because of his younger brothers girl.
"Rose?"
He saw her on the bed, her back to him facing the wall. The sudden stiffness of her posture came as she heard his soft, almost hesitant voice. She turned to face him slowly, and, like always, his breath caught. She was so, so beautiful. It wasn't even the physical attractiveness that got him, but something in her eyes; those golden eyes that softened only when they saw him. Something in those eyes got him every time, and tugged at his heart.
"You alright?"
It was a stupid question to ask, he knew so. He could see her sadness even if no one else could. But he didn't even know where to start, and the only thing he could think of was that question.
She open her mouth as to speak, and then shook her head from side to side, choking back a sob. The sound nearly broke his heart, and he was tempted to run back downstairs to beat up Edward for yelling at Rose. For calling her heartless and selfish; what a cruel thing to say. Edward, who knew how to read the mind, couldn't even catch on to her pain at his words until Emmett had given him a nasty look as he rain after the departing, wounded girl.
Now as Rose stared at him with big doe eyes, that would've been tearing up if she had been human, almost asking him by themselves for some sort of help, he approached her quickly. She started shaking as he put his arm around her and pulled her close. Her head to his heart, her arms around his neck and her silent sobs breaking him. He held on tight, and allowed himself to be indulged in her sweet smell, all the while wishing and praying for her to finally see how wonderful she truly was. For her to not take the bad stuff, and let it consume her, but to instead, take the good, like the love he had for, the love they all did; Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle, even Edward, and just let herself feel that.
He wished she could see, see just how amazing she was. But until she did, his arms would always be around her, and although it pained him that he had to comfort his wounded wife, he was glad to. Glad to hold her for as long as he wanted. In his arms, even she knew she was marvelous.
And all the things you do.
