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A/N: Sorry this has taken so long to post. This chapter does jump a little but I felt I had to put across Rosalie's Emotions . A huge thank you goes out to Gemma and Kat for listening to my mad ramblings this evening and also for an amazing four days.
You may also be wondering why I have a few . or x markings in this chapter I shall make it clear as to why I do this here to save for any confusion in later chapters.
Key:
... = Skip in time period
xxxxx = Change in character (if in a different area)
This is the scene that came to mind as I wrote Emmett's twisted conversation.
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Reviews are greatly appreciated.
"Afflicted by love's madness "
Pulling his jacket tighter Emmett fell to the ground, his knees buckling under the weight of the burden which Aro had placed on him; 'You have one hour to decide your fate ... I suggest you choose it well,' the voice rang out in his mind, all other thoughts vanishing in a shroud of mist and darkness.
"If I did leave would Rosalie and the others hate me more?" He questioned himself. "Or wouldn't they care at all after all I did a terrible thing in their eyes?"
Turning his head to the left Emmett would smile an unusual smile, one filled with danger and recklessness. "Ah, but you tried to explain the reason behind it, it is not your fault they would not listen," the voice in his head would argue back.
"Leave and they won't come for you, at least not for a while," the voice would chime. Pulling his hands through his hair he would sigh.
"My mind is made up."
Pulling himself to his Feet he would wander over to Aro, his face clearly showing guilt at the decision he had made. "I will follow you to Italy Aro, but that is all. Whether I join you or not is still undecided."
"Ah, Emmett, I am so pleased you are being rational about this. Come, let us discuss this further on our journey back to Volterra."
Turning back to the House Emmett raised his hand in farewell.
"Please forgive me," he whispered before turning and following Aro; who had vanished into the undergrowth on the outskirts of the clearing.
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The sun set low over the mountains that surrounded Forks, its ominous orange glow casting a shadow over the balcony to Rosalie and Emmett's room. Standing at the door, Rosalie would keep her eyes locked in the room.
Her hair blew lightly in the breeze that entered through the open doors. Pulling her jacket tighter, she turned on her heels and headed off in the direction of Carlisle's office, unable to look at the spot where her husband stood only days ago.
Pushing the door to the study open, she smiled weakly as Carlisle looked at her from the top of his latest medical journal, "Yes Rosalie, what can I do for you?"
"I, umm, I was wondering if I could borrow your study again this evening I don't think I can sleep in my room tonight" Rosalie shuffled her feet a little embarrassed at her feelings been laid out for all to see.
"Of course Rosalie, let me just grab a few books and I shall leave you to your thoughts." Flitting to the shelf, Carlisle pulled a few books from the top shelf, balancing them neatly in one hand as the other searched the shelves for more. Gathering them up, he smiled and headed over to Rosalie. Reaching out his hand he placed it on her shoulder; a small comfort, but one he felt she needed. "We will find him, Rosalie, I promise."
Watching him leave, Rosalie sank into the chair that now stood vacant. Pulling a sheet of paper and a pen from the top draw, Rosalie began to write.
Emmett
I lay here in the dark watching your side of the pillow
I began to think what in this world have I done wrong to have half of my heart stolen from me?
What had I done to lose the one thing I thought I could hold onto, no matter what else would sink and drown around me.
You must really hate me right now. I'm sorry about your leg but you deserved everything you got! I cannot forgive you for what you did. Yet I still love you...
Letting out a sharp exhale Rosalie crumpled up the paper and threw it into the corner, the waste paper basket already over flowing with crumpled bits of paper filled with words that just couldn't come out. Pulling another sheet of paper from Carlisle's holder she would start again:
My Dear Emmett
I lay here in the darkness of Carlisle's office. I do not have the courage to go back into our room.
Your scent still lingers there and my heart breaks in two knowing you are not here.
My mind wanders to thinking what in this world have I done wrong to have half of my heart stolen from me? What had I done to lose the one thing I thought I could hold onto no matter what else fell and broke around me?
I did not want to say this. I do not even want to think it, yet, it's the thing that is screaming loudest in my mind. It won't go away until I know the answers.
I want to know why you have vanished without a trace.
I wonder if you still think of me at all?
I wonder, do you ever lay there at night and think the same things I am?
I guess what I truly and deeply want to know is do you still love me, or have you moved on?
If you have I wouldn't be mad or angry, I'd just rather know than lay here night after night wondering if you're coming back at all.
Cordè Micante Meius
Folding it neatly, Rosalie slid the letter into an ivory envelope and sat back in Carlisle's office chair, her fingers finding themselves woven in her golden hair as she read over the envelope.
To:
Mr Emmett Cullen
Wherever you may be
Laying her head on the desk she would sigh, the tears she wanted to shed gathering in the corners of her eyes as her small, pert lips quivered."Where on earth are you Emmett? You need to be here with your wife where you belong."
Hearing a small rap at the door Rosalie sat up straight and brushed the loose hairs from her eyes; looking slightly more composed than before."What is it Alice?"
She would sigh exasperated, "Why can't I be left in peace?" she whispered low enough so that Alice could not hear her. Entering the room, Alice gave a small nervous smile, her eyes lingering on her sister's weak frame. Rosalie looked so different without Emmett, her once liquid golden eyes now dark and deadly, her sparkle fading almost as if it had been stolen away.
'Like a thief in the night,' Alice thought to herself as her body moved further into the study.
"Rosalie, I..." Alice paused for a few moments, her eyes now lingering on the carpet. "Emmett is gone and it is my doing. For that I am truly sorry."
"I've been doing some thinking over the past few days," Rosalie stood and paced back and forth, her thin outline apparent in the glass of the veranda doors. "Alice I was wrong in what I saw that day. I flew off the handle as always, and it has cost me my husband. It wasn't you. I ... I ..."
Rosalie lowered her head and stopped pacing, "I'm sorry."
Looking up, Alice smiled a little, her arms reaching out to her sister.
"I know we don't do hugs often, but ... can we just this once? Please?" Alice begged, her small smile cracking into a beam.
Falling into her arms Rosalie would let out a choked sob. "Alice we're never going to find him, are we?" Resting her head against Alice she would sigh, her golden hair falling in front of her face.
"Shhhh, don't think like that Rosalie. The guys are thinking of a plan, we'll find him I promise."
