25
Bella
Rosalie Hale, well, Rose she insists on being called, gushes over my artwork.
"I can tell you really love this guy," she says
We're standing in front of another favorite of mine.
Edward poked his tongue out at me, and the image was stuck in my brain until I put it down on paper.
Paper being a wrinkled napkin and an ink pen I found at the bottom of my purse.
"I was," I sigh. "We were best friends, but I wanted more and he didn't."
"Most famous artists got their big breaks out of heartache, you know." Rose prattles off a few names, and I nod in agreement.
But I can't tear my eyes away from my drawing.
Was I stupid to tell him that I couldn't just be friends?
Is living completely without him worth the heartache?
Rose says something else, but I can't move or speak.
The Cullen's decided to attend the art show.