Chapter 2
"I'm sorry," the voice continued, "but are you alright? Do you need any help?"
My attempts to stifle my cries were futile, and I immediately decided to discontinue the tries—I cried openly to this stranger.
I looked up to see the most beautiful face I'd ever seen, but I was so depressed that all I let myself notice was how concerned he looked about me. Me, an absolute nobody, definitely not worthy of any outside help. I was one unto myself—the fire had decided that.
"Hello..." I greeted him, still heaving with post-cry, frame-racking breaths.
"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen," he looked like he was about to reach out and take my hand by means to pull me up, but seemed to think better of it. Instead, he decided to question me with, "What's your name?"
"Isabella Swan, but please call me Bella," I managed in between sobs. Wow, this Edward guy seemed really nice, I wonder if he could help me find my way home...
"Bella, then. I like that name, it's cute," he complimented.
I blushed furiously, and he grinned in response. But it was no ordinary grin—it was kind of crooked. But it took my breath away, no matter what angle it was on. "Ummm... do you think you could show me how to get here?" I asked, pulling out a piece of paper that had my newest address written on it. I realized that my crying was subsiding—that is, 'till I realized that the untidy scrawl covering the scrap of paper in my hand belonged to my father.
I tried to look at it without getting too emotional, especially not in front of Edward, but I felt a fresh batch of tears preparing themselves for release—one escaped.
"Wow, you look like you're having a rough night," his velvet voice entered my thoughts, and I glanced up, grateful for an excuse to look away from the writing. Somehow, his face looked comforting, but there was something else there. He was contemplating something, something I couldn't fully grasp.
"You'd be surprised," I sniffled. So I began.