A/N: Thanks everyone who viewed my story - even the ones who didn't review! Special thanks to my two reviewers marieLONDON and El Leon Y La Oveja! Thanks a lot guys it means a lot to me! Here goes the second chapter.
She's sitting by the window. At this pathetic excuse for a home, it's the only place that actually feels like it. She watches the snow fall: She likes snow, how it glitters prettily under the sun. (Just like she does now.) Her thoughts are wandering in circles. She can't get out of her own mind. It's her second year as a vampire, she expected it would be different, somehow. But it's not. Days pass like seconds, inseperable. Weeks fade into each other, months are all mixed up. She feels trapped. Suddenly, there's a hand on her shoulder, draping a blanket around her.
- I can't feel the cold anymore, you know that.
But she still looks cold, so he continues wrapping her body in the blanket. She looks so vulnerable, so broken. He can't help but move closer, his lips inches above hers. She feels scared: She doesn't want this to be so emotional, or she'll fall again and this time no one will be able to pick up the pieces. So she attacks in the only way she knows: She crushes his lips with hers, her hand in his hair. She pushes him to the couch and gets on top of him. For a brief moment, he hesitates. He doesn't want it to be like this, she can tell. But he also knows that pushing her away will make her even more broken than she is now. And for some reason, he doesn't seem to be able to handle seeing her hurt. (She knows this but she can't help wondering whether him feeling sorry for her is the only reason he kisses her back. Somehow, she thinks there's more.)
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As winter bleeds into spring, Rosalie still sits by the window, this time watching the yellow flowers peek out under patches of green instead of whirling snowflakes. Edward still finds her whenever she's near the window. (Maybe he has an uncanny ability to stumble on her worst moments. Maybe she sits near the window far too much.) He still acts like he's afraid to break her, now bringing her flowers instead of a blanket. She's still scared by the fact that he cares for her (Or is it her who cares more? She doesn't want to know.) . So she still crushes his lips with hers, desperate to keep things between them more simple. They still fight whenever they break physical contact. And when he touches her, everything but him melts to the background. ( She vaguely wonders if vampires can feel dizzy...) She no longer holds on to her beauty now. Edward is what keeps her sane in her own private hell. (Or does he drive her even more insane? She doesn't know. Doesn't care.)
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