Chapter Six

I reached the library and took a seat in the back. I lost myself in the world of drama that is Wuthering Heights.

Vaguely, I noticed someone sit in the chair next to me, but paid no mind to it. That is until they snatched my booked away and spoke.

"How can you still enjoy this book so much?" the velvety voice asked.

I turned to glare at Edward. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you."

I gave a short, staccato laugh and snatched my book back. "You made it pretty clear in the woods seventy years ago that you don't want anything to do with me." He was silent after that. Thinking I had won, I began putting my stuff away.

"It was a lie," he stated quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"All of it. It was all lies…About not wanting or loving you, I mean. It was pure blasphemy. I love you, Bella."

Until he spoke those four ridiculously simple words life completely and utterly sucked.

And you know what? It doesn't change anything. It still does.

I turned more to scrutinize his face. His eyes were pleading, black orbs. His facial features were taut and saddened. He looked like a sick puppy dog.

It disgusted me.

"So, you leave me for dead in the woods, to be saved by a fucking werewolf, and you expect me to believe your shit? To welcome you back with open arms? You know who thinks like that? An egotistical bastard!" He looked hurt. I knew my words cut deep.

"What happened to sweet Bella? The one who never swore, or dressed less than modest? She always smiled and got queasy at even the thought of blood. She was my Bella." I smiled and leaned in like I was going to kiss him.

"She's dead, honey, and she ain't coming back for an asshole like you." I brushed my lips against his, threw my bag over my shoulder, and walked out of the library.

Edward PoV

"Well," Alice broke the silence, "go after her, idiot!" I sighed and got up, quickly following her scent.

I found her sitting in the back of the library, legs crossed on one of the cushioned chairs.

I sat down. She paid no notice, so I snatched her book.

"How can you still enjoy this book so much?"

She turned to glare at me. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you."

"You made it pretty clear in the woods seventy years ago that you don't want anything to do with me." I was silent after that, thinking of what to say. She began packing her bag to leave. I had to stop her.

"It was a lie."

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously.

"All of it. It was all lies…About not wanting or loving you, I mean. It was pure blasphemy. I love you, Bella."

She turned more to look at my face. My eyes were pleading for her to believe me. Her next words struck a nerve.

"So, you leave me for dead in the woods, to be saved by a fucking werewolf, and you expect me to believe your shit? To welcome you back with open arms? You know who thinks like that? An egotistical bastard!"

"What happened to sweet Bella? The one who never swore, or dressed less than modest? She always smiled and got queasy at even the thought of blood. She was my Bella." She leaned in to kiss me, but instead she stopped just before my lips.

"She's dead, honey, and she ain't coming back for an asshole like you." She brushed her lips on mine and walked out. I'm sure my jaw hung open for the second time that day.


Chapter Eight is coming along great, so I decided not to make you wait any longer. I hope you liked this chapter :D

Love, Alice

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