The dark haunting look in her eyes bothered him more and more as the days passed on. The blue was made even more deadly surrounded by sunken, purple skin. She was a shadow of the girl he loved, a poor construct made by a desperate man, but he couldn't let her go. He lacked the strength that once shined when she was near. She'd made him weak against her charms and he hated her more and more each day for it.
"I'm hungry," she whined and his stomach dropped. Dread filled Edward and his chest tightened.
She'd lived off anything that was dying and he off cans of beans and whatever else they found.
"There's nothing left," he told her as he rummaged through his pack. His hand trembled as the words left his mouth, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut.
Her fingers drew designs in the dust that collected on the broken dresser in their new room. She often found herself caught up in simple things. A leaf that floated in the bleak sky. Dirt as it turned to mud in the acidic rain that poured from hellish, dark clouds. Everything was beautiful in her new eyes and she couldn't help but follow all the things that she was sure she'd once missed.
"Bella." Edward patted the wall, trying to grab her attention. "We're out of food."
"No we aren't, silly boy!" She bounced on the balls of her feet, and twisted to meet his green eyes as she sniffed the air.
Her knife was out and at her side before he could say a word. Where it once would shine with his desperate reflection, it now gleamed with his dried blood.
He winced as she smiled. She was all teeth and plump lips, taunting and evil.