Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Okay, In this chapter you might understand what I meant earlier about the trench coat. Or you might not. Whatever works.
BPOV
The cold. I never used to like the cold. Or did I? I must have? You can't develop a love of the cold like mine overnight. I took another drag of the "special" joint Leah gave me. Herbal. As if we all don't know her joints are merely weed mixed with that witchy crap she grows in her garden.
I giggled and smiled, holding my legs to my chest and humming. Angela was probably worried about me. I said I would come by to study.
I shuddered, feeling the icy feeling come over my skin again as the herbal came into effect. Leah Clearwater, a Quileute wise woman? Who would have guessed? Right now I was more thankful she had the knowledge than anything else.
I wondered idly if I would get hypothermia from sitting here too long. The cliff face had a slight overhang, so I couldn't be getting too wet... could I? I sighed, looking back at the churning water below. The wind blew, or maybe it didn't. I couldn't tell anymore. That was the price I paid.
The despair washed back, and I screamed in frustration, scrambling to my feet and throwing my joint into the ocean. I would not think of him. I didn't want to! If I tried to block him out, I would just think about-
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EPOV
I skidded to a stop as I saw her. Water got into my eyes and I shook my head to rid them of the obstruction. My breaths came out in gasps, my chest seeming to be hurting despite my lack of need for a pulse.
She stood there at the edge of the cliff. When I heard her scream, I had thought- But what was going on then? Why was she here? "Bella."
Thunder rumbled and lightning cracked as I breathed out her name- reverently, for all the events of the past couple months had flown out the window when I set eyes on her. I took a slow step forward, not wanting to believe it. Bella, Bella hadn't jumped off the cliff yet, and I still had a chance. A chance to get her away from the edge that is.
She laughed hoarsely and sighed. I tensed, worried she might be getting ready to jump. But that wasn't what she was getting ready to do at all. My jaw hung open as she dropped her long raincoat to the ground behind her.
She was completely naked.
She was completely naked.
I was seeing Bella naked.
Why was I seeing Bella naked? She was usually so shy around me... Goodness, she looked amazing, and that was just seeing her from behind... Why is she naked? Especially outside, where anyone could- Oh. Oh!
Finally remembering where we were, the fact that Bella didn't know I was here, the circumstances that brought me here, I reacted. Not exactly in the best possible way.
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I'm really sorry to leave you with a cliffie! I just really wanted to get this part up. In the next chapter we get into Bella's hallucinations and how they differ from in the actual books. It's kind of interesting and twisted. I've been dying to do an Edward who was frozen at the sight of Bella naked forever. There's just something so funny about the mental image of a 109 year old Edward staring like a moron at Bella's boobs. Keep in mind, in my story, Bella's a little more morbidly messed up than in the books. What she's smoking is some sort of spiritual drug mixed with weed. And it doesn't exist in real life, I made it up. Yeah.
Music I used to write this chapter:
Together Again By Evanescence, Need You Now By Lady Antebellum, My Best By Vanessa Carlton, and Sympathy By The Goo Goo Dolls