Chapter Three. This Little Heart Of Mine
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Bella and Edward stood several feet apart, but the distance traveled miles longer, a disconnect between their hearts.
Bella stood in the doorway of Edward's apartment, one hundred percent paid for by his parents. Her keys in her left hand, her phone in her right. The bullshit text message Edward sent her exactly thirty minutes ago after she barely heard from him all week. They were alike in so many ways, but polar opposites all the same.
Edward looked at the girl with so much grief in his eyes, the feelings flooded his face leaving a pink pool on his cheeks. Bella, on the other hand, felt nothing. Her only concern was that he isn't making any sense.
"Isabella, I don't want to hurt you." Edward sighed, he studied her face as it almost appeared robot-like. Her eyebrows only drew up in confusion.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, shifting her weight from her right foot to her left.
"No." He quickly replied, before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Edward, what the fuck are you talking about?" Bella began to become agitated. And Edward knew why, he knew she wouldn't cry either.
The nights they'd spend together were the only times she would become slightly vulnerable. He fought hard to crack the walls she built around herself, and even to this day not all of them were down. Edward began to think, maybe some parts of a person were unbreakable.
"You don't spend some time locked in a closet during your childhood and grow up to experience girl emotions," Bella spoke nonchalantly, stuffing potato chips in her mouth. Her legs and feet pointed at the twinkly lights above her bed. Edward turned his head to watch her. An amazing talent of his was to know what was on people's minds, but, he could never tell when it came to her.
"Closets?" He whispered.
"Yea, my dad and I.. we never had the best relationship. I'm thankful for it though." She turned her body, supporting herself on her elbow before sliding her leg over Edward's torso.
"Why are you thankful for that?" Edward held her wrist before she could sneak her hand behind his neck.
"You, you, just get used to all the bullshit."
"Bella, you're such an amazing woman. I just can't bring myself to hurt you. That's all I'd end up doing, that's all I've ever ended up doing."
Edward moved back, as Bella moved forward.
"So, screw everything then?" She shook her head, laughing a little. All of the plans, and dreams washing down the metaphoric drain with each passing second.
"I'm sorry, I hate to break your heart."
Bella turned to the door, no longer interested in this conversation.
"Edward." She sighed, jiggling a key off her keychain.
"Yes?"
"You can't break a heart that's already broken."
Bella slapped the key to his apartment on the counter, and didn't look back.
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