A quick post Eclipse drabble. Bella feels inferior,
Comparison
I looked at the thing next to my motorcycle. It was hard to believe that these two vehicles could share the same name. My red bike paled in comparison to the beautiful motorcycle beside it. I couldn't help but think if this was what I looked like beside Edward. I was silent, still.
"What's wrong, Bella?" I shook my head.
"I feel like my bike – inferior."
"Why?"
"It's so. . . beautiful."
"Why would you feel inferior to that?" I shrugged. "Bella, you don't credit yourself much. You capture my attention and hold it. Not even the stars, moon, sun, or -" he laughed- "Rosalie can shift it. I am yours."
"But you are far too beautiful for me."
He gave another small laugh. "That's a little backwards."
I took a different tone. "Am I beautiful?"
"No." He wrapped his arms around me, which confused me.
He chuckled lightly and the look on my face, then explained. "You're not beautiful. You're stunningly gorgeous. You're more beautiful than anything I've ever seen in my one hundred and ten years of existence."
"Okay. . ." I said, uncertainly and somewhat embarrassed. He chuckled.