"Its her."
Her. He doesn't mention her name anymore. After that fateful incident that happened decades ago, he never saw her as a sister. More or less a person, being, he once lived with. Her, whom I know so loyally. A woman, if I should say, that took great care of me when my own mother died. One of the cursed angels that loved me. Maybe as much or maybe even more than this boy ever did or will do.
Rosalie's appearance was my cue. I instructively told her to come for me after a couple of minutes. Her timing was perfect. I had to get out of here. Edward wouldn't dare follow me now that Rosalie's here. I gripped the door handle more tightly now. Shoot, I forgot my jacket at Esme's. Emmett would be furious if I get home wet. "Here." I turned my head, eyesight locked on the ground. Edward placed his own jacket at my lap. "Emmett would be furious if you get home wet." He knew me so well. Even for the fact that he can't read my mind. Ah, another complication."Thanks." I mumbled and pushed open the door.
"So how's the mask?" Esme's sweet voice woke me. That car ride with Edward was the longest time I've spent with him after everything got screwed up. I barely see him anymore. "So?" Esme and Rosalie are both looking at me now. I tried my hardest to remember where I am at the moment. My peripheral vision told me I'm at Esme's cottage. The one she rarely used. Once when I was ten, I got lost in the woods and ended up here. I fell in love with this place that moment on. Emmett soon found me trying to break my way inside the cottage. He got extremely mad and that was the last time I saw this place. Not until now anyways. I wonder why we're here?
"Yeah. It feels... good." I smiled my widest hiding the fact that Im at a complete loss.
"Oh that's good. This ad says this mask will do wonders on your skin." Both my mothers then occupied themselves with the beauty products bought only for me of course. As if their pure white skin needed more beautifying. I stood up from where I sat still quite dazed. "Its my first time here, isn't it? Not counting the day I got lost of course." I asked absentmindedly. My eyes were swallowing all the wonders that this small cottage has contained. None of them answered, waiting for something I presume. But no matter, Im a hundred percent sure that its my first time inside here. Because if it wasn't I would have owned this place by now.
It was Rosalie who answered. "No. It's not your first time here. Edward brought you here before. When you were just a child." Ah that's why they were quiet. They try their hardest not to mention my upbringing to me. They think the death of my parents brought me despair. But what they don't know is my life with them was worth my own parent's death. They can never know this actually. Especially Esme. She's pretty sensitive to these kinds of things.
I nodded slowly in response.