-Edward POV-

"If only I had fed her... If only I stopped her from running too fast..." I pathetically wished I could resurrect her, so I could do it over with her... Understand her… Talk to her… And feed her, at least.
Suddenly, I noticed her stomach fill in... Her pelvic bones disappeared into her hips. Her waist filled in, with beautiful curves as her ribs diminished into the healthy flesh. I blinked hard. Was I imagining this? I'll admit, I've fantasized over what her body might look like, but it wasn't this vivid, I definitely didn't have the creativity to imagine her death.
No, I wasn't imagining this. Even the hollow of Bella's cheeks filled in slowly, and a pretty crimson color returned to color her lips. Her body suddenly convulsed once, as if she we're shocked by paddles and her eyes flickered open.

"Edward?" She breathed.
"Bella…" I was at a loss for words. "T-thank god. You're alright." I stammered, and pulled up her upper body in a tight embrace, already feeling the difference between her previously brittle bones and her now firm, but silky-soft skin.
She nodded, sleepily as if in a dream until her eyes widened and she groped at her body. Her new body. She stared down in amazement at herself.
"It wasn't a dream…" She murmured, mostly to herself. "I'm really alive."
"I'm not letting you out of my sight." I said seriously. Bella's eyes flared with anger for a moment. She growled and grabbed my hand with a death grip as she stomped out of the room, dragging me with her.
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Bella had grabbed my hand, and sprinted from the school's back doors, with a wild, angered look in her eyes. As soon as we were behind the building, Bella let go of my hand and sighed, maybe from relief, but it sounded heavier than it should've been. The feeling of her hand against mine still lingered. Her eyes were gloomy—well, gloomier than usual. I heard her mumble something under her breath. I couldn't hear it clearly, but it sounded like, "What have I gotten myself into?" I touched her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" She had a distant gaze about her eyes—as if she were replaying a memory in her head. It took her a moment to answer.

"It's nothing." She said. It was so obvious that it wasn't just 'nothing.' She was sad—it was written all over her, in the cloudiness of her eyes, and the slight raise to her eyebrows. What bothered me most though was that she wasn't telling me.

"Will you stop that?!" I exclaimed, throwing up my arms in annoyance.

"What?" She asked with those same dull eyes.

"I can read it—" I told her, annoyed. "It's completely obvious you're hiding whatever it is you're feeling, so stop lying to yourself!" Her eyes still had that half-closed, bored look to them. Had she ever really opened her eyes before? I tried to imagine her as a child, with wide, bright brown eyes, but I couldn't.

"Does it really matter?" Bella asked wearily. It was obvious her patience was rubbing down like tires on asphalt.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, exasperated to the point of irritation. I took her shoulders in my hands seriously. "Bella, what happens at your house?! It's like you're always avoiding the subject—do your parents abuse you?" She was so fast—I saw her eyebrows arch and I didn't even see her hand as it whipped across the air.

She slapped me across the face.

She must've hit me hard—my head whipped to the side. As the sting settled, Bella screeched out,

"NO! STOP! JUST—JUST—DON'T EVER TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU GIVE A DAMN, OR I GIVE A DAMN, SO JUST STOP!" Bella's eyes widened as she realized that she had forgotten her calm, controlled demeanor.

As if she were trying to explain, she murmured sadly,

"They don't…" But she trailed off, and her eyes looked distant.

I stayed silent. I didn't want to look up at her eyes, so I found myself looking down at my Converse and nudging at the yellowed grass growing between the cracks of the pavement.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled quietly. "That wasn't my business. I didn't mean to hurt you. All I want to know is if you're okay."

I expected a razor-tongued answer to lash out at me the millisecond I stopped speaking.

When it didn't come, I finally looked up to see tears welling in her eyes. For the first time I remembered, I saw Bella's true face, where she didn't hide anything and just cried.

I approached her slowly—like a deranged animal, I was afraid she might bite me or something. All my uncertainty went away though, when my hand settled itself on her face, where I wiped away one of her tears. I knew I went too far when I felt her side against my palm, and she automatically glared at me. She pushed my hand aside with a slender finger, and I awkwardly dropped my hand from her face.

"My dad was murdered a long time ago." I couldn't believe I finally said it. And what was even stranger, why was I telling this to her? Why did I keep going?

"Bella… There was no one there for me when it happened, but… if someone were there for me; I would've wanted them to tell me that 'you're not alone.'" I said softly, hoping I wasn't talking too much. I put a hand on her frail shoulder, and she didn't push it away—I took that as a good sign.

"You're not alone. You have me." I urged softly. Bella sniffed and cleared her throat.

"Okay," She muttered hoarsely. "You go first."

"Huh?"

"What happened to you? I'll try to explain to you what just happened, but you have to go first."

"Okay. I'll tell you my story, but at least let me buy you a soda." I felt bad for her, just remembering the feel of her ribs against my hand made me want to flinch. She parted her lips, as if to object, until she shook her head as if to think, this day can't get any stranger. She finally sighed.

"It's a deal." I opened the passenger door to the Porsche, and she got in.

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