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Chapter
Two:
Edward interrupted my
thoughts by demanding; "Then why?" Angrily at
Rosalie. "Spit
it out Rosalie, you have ten seconds." He waited
impatiently for
her to reply. "Interesting advice, Rosalie. Let me tell
you a
little story about a pot and a kettle…" his sarcastic
response
obviously got cut off by Rosalie's answer.
I
couldn't figure out what they were talking about, but I could tell
he
was hurting. I wanted to somehow end his pain, but he didn't
love me, and
so I could not do anything for him. That and I was
dead, or in elsewhere
or whatever it was called.
"Forks
was never the problem, Rosalie." Forks wasn't the problem? Did
that
mean I was the problem? They left because of me? The
throbbing of my heart
was unbearable. I had caused my love and his
family to move. It was my
fault. I now knew if faced with that
cliff again I would have jumped
without a second thought. Tears
had started to well up in my eyes. Any
minute now they would
escape.
"Just because B-bella,-" (he stuttered over my
name. Funny, he seemed to
have as much trouble saying my name as I
did saying his.) "-has moved to
Florida, it doesn't mean that
I am able…" he cut off. Doesn't mean he is
able to what? I
was on my knees just in front of him, searching his eyes,
I tried
to touch him but my hand went straight through him. And what did
he
mean by me moving to Florida? I was dead for crying out loud.
"-Look
Rosalie, I really am sorry but, it wouldn't make anyone
happier if I were
there." He paused again for a second and then;
"What is it you are not
telling me Rosalie?" he demanded. I
was sincerely confused. What was going
on?
He paused,
listening to whatever Rosalie was saying, looking as confused
as I
felt. "I don't understand what you are saying Rosalie." He told
her.
And then at her answer, the pain that was illustrated across
his face was
worse than I could have ever imagined. He slammed the
phone shut, and
slowly, he sunk back to the ground. I knew that if
had tears to cry, he
would be crying a river as he dry sobbed. He
actually reminded me of
myself after he had left me on that
fateful day in the woods.
I could only guess that he had been
informed of my death. Which did not
make sense to me. He had told
me he did not love me. That I wasn't good
for him. Why would he
be in so much pain if he didn't love me? That's when
I
realised how mistaken I was. The thought over the one sided
conversation
I had just heard. He did love me. He must have left
for some dumb reason.
To protect me from becoming like him, and to
rid me of the danger he
thought he brought to me. He had made his
entire family leave to save me.
He was so selfless, that he
endured as much pain as I had, if not more, to
protect me. I was
nearly on the ground with him rolling around laughing in
happiness.
He loved me! I could go back. Surely after this he would
realise
that I was in more danger without him. He would come back to me.
He
would love me again.
I lay down next to him, even though he
could not see, or feel or hear me.
I embraced him, stroking his
head, kissing his face and his neck and his
lips. I told him how
much I loved him. And continued to stroke his face.
"Bella" he
whispered. I froze, shocked. He couldn't see me, how could
he…
"Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella" he mumbled
continuously. "My Bella."
"I'm here, I'm here. It's
okay. We are going to be okay. I promise." I
whispered to him.
"Gran! Gran! I want to go back. He loves me! I have to
go back
to him. I need to live. I want to go back help me go back!!"
I
yelled and sobbed, searching for her. "Where was she?"
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