Edward finally speaks about his past.

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Soft kisses danced across my face. I opened my eyes slowly to see Bella's form bending over me. Instantly I was awake. How did she move without me knowing? How long had I been sleeping?

"Bella?"

"You rolled over again only this time the other way. And we've only been sleeping a couple hours. It's about 7pm. I made some tea."

Obviously I had spoken my thoughts out loud. I sat up and held my hand to her face. "You're still warm."

"It's fine Edward. Just a cold, with a little fever. It will break soon. Drink your tea."

I frowned, not liking the raspy sound to her voice. I sipped at the honey laced beverage, gathering my thoughts. Bella sat beside me quietly. The room had only the light glowing from the kitchen to keep it from being dark. Bella turned to me pulling up her legs and I mirrored her position. I drew in a deep breath suddenly intensely aware of what was about to happen. Bella leaned over and cupped my face. "Are you ready to talk?" she asked quietly.

I nodded slowly. "I don't know where to start," I admitted.

"Would it help if I asked you some questions? Just to start you off?"

I thought about it briefly and again nodded.

Bella set her empty mug down and reached for mine. She clasped our hands together. "I'm right here, Edward. I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again."

I leaned forward and brushed her lips with mine.

"How did you meet Victoria?"

I sighed. "I was in Vegas. We were doing an extended run of the show. A month. We had been there a couple days for set ups and rehearsals, and I was out at a show one evening where she was dancing… and I met her after. She was very striking. We, ah started a relationship." I shifted uncomfortably. Bella squeezed my hands encouragingly.

I looked over at her. "I'm not the same person I was back then Bella. I was younger, cocky, rather thoughtless at times and arrogant. I was recognized a lot and I liked it. A lot. It fed my ego. She fed my ego."

Bella nodded. "We all grow up Edward. We all make mistakes. I know that."

I snorted. "I was also incredibly stupid. Victoria played me well. She looked good on my arm. We were photographed together, a lot. She said all the right things, did all the right things. Carlisle warned me she was using me. I refused to listen. In fact, I think the more he warned me, the more stubborn I became about her. Like I was trying to prove him wrong. We fought constantly and she was always at the center of the arguments. And she was always there afterwards. Encouraging my anger and supporting me. Or so I thought."

I paused, remembering the angry words between Carlisle and myself. His continued pleas to open my eyes and see what was happening. My refusal to do so. The wedge I was allowing her to drive between us.

"As the run in Vegas was coming to an end, Victoria became …downcast, clingy. She said she hadn't planned on anything except a short term relationship with me and now couldn't even see staying in Vegas once I left."

I gripped Bella's hands tighter. "She seemed so genuine. Like she really cared. And I dreaded the thought of going back on the road without…companionship. Without realizing it I had become dependent on her for support and backup. And like I said, I was stupid Bella. Two days before the show closed we got drunk one night…really drunk and I woke up the next day married to her."

"Did you regret it?"

"I didn't think so. Not right away anyway. I had done it freely, so I thought I wanted it. Carlisle was angry. Furious. Emmett didn't like her either so he was not too happy with me. But I was determined. She was willing to give up her career. She wanted to come on the road with me and be there for me, she said. I thought they would eventually get to know her. Which in hindsight was stupid. I didn't know her, how could I expect them to? She was abrasive at times, but I always put that down to how competitive her lifestyle was. I thought once she relaxed, some things would be better."

I released Bella's hands and ran mine through my hair. Bella stood up and came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water for me. I heard her unwrap a throat lozenge and could smell the menthol as she popped it in her mouth.

"Are you okay, Little One?" I asked, leaning over to stroke her cheek. "Is this making you too uncomfortable?" She caught my hand and kissed the palm.

"I'm fine Edward. I'm well aware you were married. Continue. What happened when you were on the road?"

I laughed darkly. "It wasn't what she thought it would be, of course. When you're in one place you can do things, go out and such. On the road, even if you are stagnant for a few days there is very little of that. It's a lot of work. She thought we'd continue as we were in Vegas. Lots of press, lots of pictures, nights out. She wasn't very happy with the reality. I tried to make it better for her. To take her out, even if I was tired, but nothing I did seemed to please her. She became very demanding on those around me. Carlisle, Emmett, everyone. She spent money hand over fist. She needed a special diet, specific beverages, and certain amenities everywhere we went. She always wanted...more. I was at my wits end. And then one night she informed me what the show needed was some dancers. Extravagant ballroom dancers, twirling around the stage as I played. With her as the main focus, of course. I wasn't happy with the idea of changing the performance but I thought perhaps if she was happier and busy maybe things would be better for us. So I told her I would work on it."

"Did that help?" Bella asked quietly.

I shrugged. "I told her it would take some time to incorporate, but it seemed to at least appease her enough she stopped being so difficult all the time."

"Did you love her Edward?"

I drew in a deep breath. I had to be honest. "I thought so Bella. I know better now, but at the time I thought I did; I know I did care. I … I certainly enjoyed the physical aspect of our relationship at the start. And at the beginning I soaked up the attention she seemed to want to give me. I think maybe I was lonely and she fed on that. Took advantage of it. I was certainly egotistical enough to dismiss the idea she was just using me. I wasn't a good husband by any means. I know that. I had no idea how to be one with her. I was too busy being me. And to me that meant you just became part of what I was. "

Bella was silent.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked quietly.

Was this already too much for her?

"I think you're too hard on yourself," she murmured. "It takes two people to make it work."

I shook my head. Already defending me.

"What happened Edward?

I stood up and began to pace.

"I was trying; even Carlisle was working on the idea of adding her into the show. Probably just to help me. He hated the idea, but he was trying. I thought even if it was a small piece it would make her happy. Then it all went from bad to worse. The accident happened. I lost my parents. My… Victoria was injured. She was told she would never dance again. It seemed, at the time, I came out of it the least physically hurt. Victoria was all I had left. I was so lost Bella. So lost. I clung to her. Like a child. I tried to take care of her. I hired the best therapists and care givers. I separated myself from everything I saw as the root causes of the nightmare I was in. My music. Carlisle and Emmett. I felt I could make it up to her by focusing on her. I never allowed myself to feel anything except the guilt. It was my fault she couldn't dance. My fault my parents were dead."

Bella appeared in front of me suddenly stopping my frantic pacing. She reached up and disentangled my hands that were pulling on my hair. I hadn't even realized I was doing it. "Stop Edward. The accident was not your fault. It was exactly that. An accident." She insisted quietly.

She pulled me over to the couch, holding my hands and stroking the knuckles softly. I could feel my rapid heartbeat begin to slow at her gentle touch.

"Tell me."

"After she had recovered enough, Victoria wanted to go away. Get away from the publicity. It wasn't pretty pictures and fun times being documented anymore. Carlisle wanted me to stay at home, where I was in BC. There was a new CD coming out soon, of the live show, and another studio recorded one after, that already completed. He wanted me to promote both of them, do something positive; he felt I should get back into life. I was so torn, but my guilt decided for me. I rented a place in Europe. We left. I told Carlisle to leave me alone. I signed over power of attorney to him for all the business side of my finances and let him do what he wanted. I didn't care."

"Wow, in the wrong hands that could have been dangerous."

I nodded. She was right. But at that point I wasn't even thinking clearly. I was too busy trying to make something that was so wrong, right. An impossible task.

"Shortly after we left, I started having headaches. Bad ones. I noticed lights seemed brighter. Almost like they were burning my eyes. My one eye starting hurting all the time. Things would blur but then clear up. I thought it was just the stress and lingering after effects of the accident. Victoria would get impatient with me if I said too much about the headaches or the pain, or if we couldn't go out somewhere. She always seemed angry with me. She somehow reminded me every day about her injuries, her pain. How if I had just done as she wanted and hired a driver, none of this would have happened. She commented constantly on how hideous my scars were to look at every day. How much I had changed. How weak I was. How I'd become a recluse. She spent a lot of her time having spa treatments, shopping and going out at night. Without me."

"What did you do with your time?"

"There was a piano in the villa. On the days I was able to, I composed. I thought I wouldn't want to, but it was comforting. Something I could do. I took a lot of walks on the beach at night. I wrote journals. I tried to figure out the future." I was quiet for a minute remembering how incredibly isolated I felt.

"Did you have contact with Carlisle?"

"Some yes. He kept me informed of the CD sales, which were huge and tried to interest me in other aspects he was handling. I wasn't really very engaged at the time. I sent him pieces I had written with other artists in mind and he took care of the dealings. I still refused to do any promoting of myself though. I kept both him and Emmett on the payroll. The rest were gone." I paused for a drink of water. "Carlisle continued to manage my affairs brilliantly. He was, however, very vocal on the excessive amount of money Victoria seemed to be spending. But I couldn't stop her. The one time I tried to discuss it with her, it led into a huge argument which only resulted in her throwing it in my face how she had lost her ability to dance. Because of me. And that I owed her." I sighed. She always remembered to tell me it was my fault.

"One day I was sitting in the living area and I must have fallen asleep waiting for her to come home. When she did she turned on the light directly beside me and it startled me awake. When my eyes opened the pain was intense. So bad that she actually became concerned enough to get a doctor."

"How kind of her…." Bella muttered.

"I was tested for a lot of things. The doctor I saw sent me to an eye specialist and a neurologist. Things were quickly going from bad to worse. Constant headaches. My vision was blurry all the time, first in the one eye, then soon the other. And light. Light was painful. I started wearing dark glasses even in the house. I tried all the pain meds they gave me, but nothing seemed to help. Victoria thought it was all ridiculous. Psychosomatic, she liked to tell me. She accused me constantly of trying to focus the attention back on me. And I let my guilt impair my judgement of her comments."

Bella suddenly stood up and left the room. I looked in the direction she went puzzled. Unsure what to do I sipped my water and waited. Maybe she had heard enough.

She reappeared a few minutes later going directly to the kitchen. I got up and went to find her. I could smell more menthol. Obviously she had gotten another throat lozenge. But I could see how tense she was from the set of her shoulders.

"Do you want tea?" she asked. "It helps my throat."

Her voice was heavy with unshed tears.

Fuck.

I stepped forward. "Bella?"

She whirled around. "I wish she wasn't fucking dead." She hissed.

I leaned back in astonishment at the venom in her voice.

I raised my hands to capture her face. "Bella?" I repeated unsure of what she was thinking.

"I'm not a violent person Edward. But I want her here in front of me so I can hit her. Again and again. Until she's bleeding. Until she hurts the way you were hurting. With no one to comfort you. You had nobody to look after you. To care for you. She was so selfish! That fucking bitch…" her voice trailed off with a sob.

I pulled her shaking form into my arms. I was amazed, once again at how deeply she felt for my pain. We were silent for a moment as I felt her tears soak into my shoulder. I felt something hard press into my chest and I pulled her hands from between us and picked up the object she was hiding.

"Your asthma inhaler? Are you having trouble breathing?"

"I was getting… upset. I just needed a dose to help open up my air passages." She admitted quietly.

"I think we should stop now Bella," I whispered. I hated seeing her this distressed.

"No." She shook her head. "I want to know all of it. Now Edward."

I nodded. I knew that tone. After her tea was ready we went back to the sofa together. I tucked her into my side. I needed her close and I also wanted to be able to tell if she was becoming over stressed again and for that to happen I needed to feel her body's reactions since I couldn't see her facial expressions.

I started again. "Finally I was diagnosed with Sympathetic Ophthalmia. Incurable. Untreatable basically except trying to find the right combination of pain pills to manage the headaches. I was told my eyesight would worsen, that there was a chance of becoming completely blind. I was in shock. Nothing had prepared me for that."

"What did she do?"

"Not much…at first. Then she became more bitter and angry towards me. Now not only was I not able to look after her, I was a burden, nothing more. And the lifestyle she wanted was gone. No famous husband to be photographed with, to help her become well-known, no travelling around the world. To her all she saw was what I couldn't do, couldn't be. What I couldn't give her." I sighed. "I hadn't told Carlisle what was happening. He always assumed the medical bills were for Victoria and I didn't tell him any different. I did it all under false names to avoid publicity. I didn't want to say anything to him until I knew what was happening.

"I wanted to come home. But she refused saying she at least had some sort of life where we were and wanted to stay a while longer. I felt like I was stuck. I had no choice but to stay. I was caught between a rock and hard place. And either option was unacceptable. Be a burden to Victoria or one to Carlisle."

I paused and took in a deep breath. "Things became…bad.

"It seemed the more my eyesight deteriorated the angrier she became. She loved to do things that... confused me or hurt me. She started wearing that perfume I hated so much again. Just the scent of it made me shudder. She moved where things were located so I had to try and find them. Searching with my hands. Sometimes even on my knees. Little things at first, like my coffee cup, my shoes, or my phone. Then it became bigger objects like a table so I would run into it. Then she would suddenly add something to a room. Something I wouldn't necessarily see until I literally fell over it. A rug. Or a stool. One of her overly large handbags. She did that lot. She took great pleasure in laughing at me as I lay face down somewhere. "

Absent mindedly I rubbed my knees. I could still feel the bruises I had on them for so long from the constant falling.

"Another one of her favourite pranks was to hide my glasses. And then suddenly flick on a light when she knew I wasn't expecting it. The pain was excruciating at times. I tried to be on my guard but she always managed to get me at some point." I was quiet for a moment.

"And then there was her most dangerous weapon. Her words. She loved berating me. Telling me how this was all my fault. How I killed my parents. Ruined her life. Deserved what I got. The loss of my eyesight was justifiable retribution, she said. How, now I was so useless. Not a man. Disfigured. Worthless. They went on and on."

The words were now pouring out of me.

Bella shifted and straddled my lap. Her arms wrapped around me tightly and her voice was firm in my ear.

"No Edward. No. NONE of that is true. None. You are NOT useless. You are so worthy of life. Of love."

I pulled her close and breathed her in. I let her comfort me with her warmth and sweet words. I needed them and her so much. I could feel myself shaking from the effort of remaining calm.

Bella sat back, but remained on my knee.

"Then one day I came back from some overnight testing at the hospital to find she had the walls painted - a brilliant shiny white. She had even added sort of extra strong bright lights. She said she needed the airiness for the room. I couldn't even sit in that room now, even with my glasses. The one room with any sort of comfort for me. It held the piano. Most of the time after that I stayed in my room."

Bella hissed angrily, and then she spoke.

"Why didn't you call Carlisle?"

"I hadn't heard from him in a while. The day I had got the diagnosis he had called and I was angry. I wasn't ready to talk about it and I thought he was being overly inquisitive. I, ah... I got livid and told him to stop bothering me and to fucking leave me alone. So, I wasn't overly surprised when he wasn't calling. I thought he was angry about my attitude and wanted a break from me. What I didn't know was Victoria had changed his ring tone and was constantly intercepting his calls, telling him I didn't want to talk to him." I shook my head. "I should have known better. And then she took my phone. Or hid it. I could never find it. I was just so confused by everything." I paused briefly. "And I was so drugged up most of the time that sometimes the effort to think clearly was just too great."

Bella's voice was horrified. "Was she drugging you?"

I nodded. "I couldn't see which of the medications I was supposed to be taking. They had been trying some different combinations, and she was adding to the mix. I was easier to ignore when I was passed out. And easier to hurt when confused."

"Oh Edward…" Bella was shaking her head, disbelief evident in her voice. "I don't understand. If she was so angry and miserable, why didn't she just leave? Why did she have to hurt you?"

I smiled grimly and reached over and stroked her soft cheek, which I felt was still too warm. "Money, Bella. If she walked away, she would lose the money. She wouldn't get the kind of money she wanted in a divorce settlement. We hadn't been married that long nor had she exactly been the ideal wife. If I died she would be my widow. She would inherit my estate. It was simple. Greed. She felt she was owed that by me. I doubt her plan would have worked but I don't think she was exactly rational."

Bella's entire form was shaking. Both of her hands covered her mouth in revulsion. I could feel her rapid heartbeat from her distress. I hated knowing my words were causing it. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly stroking her back to calm her. When I felt her muscles loosen I sat back still holding her, and regarded her quietly for a minute.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Tell me."

My arms squeezed around her and I continued.

"She would leave for hours and days at a time. In my often drugged up state, I would stumble around trying to look after myself. Making a simple sandwich was difficult, I have no idea how often I cut myself with the knife just doing that. I'd be afraid to do anything that might cause a headache since I couldn't always find the medication. Or know if I was taking the right amount. Then she would reappear, probably hoping to find me dead, I think. And the taunting and anger and the accidents would start all over again. And then the bad became…worse. "

"She'd put things at the top of the stairs. I fractured an ankle after one fall and when she came back from wherever she'd been she laughed and said it was a pity it wasn't my neck. Then she told me to watch where I was going."

"And did you get help for your ankle?" I could hear Bella trying to control her voice. She was talking through her teeth.

"She'd taken my phone long ago, so no. I strapped it myself. And took more pain meds. And checked the stairs using my hands and knees every time I used them. Not that I was able to get around much after that."

"How long did this go on?"

I shrugged. "Weeks… I think. Really, I had lost track of time. Eventually it happened. I gave up. What was the point? No one was going to help. It seemed as if everyone I knew had deserted me. Even the doctors I had been seeing. It was simpler just to let her do what she wanted and …fade away."

Bella's voice was barely a whisper. "You wanted to die?"

"It seemed…easier than to continue to fight when no one seemed to care. I wasn't myself. I was depressed, and I was in pain constantly. I could hardly see or look after myself and it felt like I lived in constant anxiety waiting for whatever she would do next. Even not being able to see her I knew when she was there. That scent would announce her arrival." I shuddered. "God, I fucking loathe that scent."

My hand reached out and found Bella's. I gripped it tightly and brought her wrist up to my nose inhaling her soft smell. So soothing. So Bella. I sighed and continued.

"She was gone for a couple days and I heard her return. I waited but she didn't acknowledge my presence. When she finally appeared in my door it was to tell me she was leaving me. For good. She was tired of my pathetic ass. She had met someone and was going to go and live her life. Someone who would give her the life she deserved. A real man who would take care of her. She said a bunch of things actually. None of them very pleasant. One included the fact that this time she didn't have to drug the groom to get him to marry her. Which explained a lot about my total memory loss of marrying her that night. The last thing she said before she left was I'd be hearing from her lawyer. Then she stormed out."

"What did you do?"

"I was in shock I think. I sat for a long time just doing nothing. Then I heard something. A phone was ringing, but I couldn't find it. I heard it again after a while and I followed the sound. I finally found my phone in the back of a drawer in the kitchen, but again it had stopped ringing. It rang again not long afterward and I answered. It was Carlisle."

I leaned my head back thinking of the intense feeling of utter relief I had felt when I heard his voice.

"He was angry and confused. He told me he had been trying to get hold of me for weeks. That Victoria would pick up and say I didn't want to speak to him. Or the phone went straight to voicemail."

"What did you tell him?"

My voice grew uneven as I recalled the next few minutes of what had happened.

"I told him I was hurt. Alone. And I needed him."

"And he came…"she whispered.

"Yes, he came."

*()*

Bella's soft hand drifted over my head. I had been silent for a few minutes reliving the chaos of the following days after Carlisle's phone call. "Do you want to stop now?"

I raised my head. "Not stop, but just a break. I need a drink. Please."

Bella began to get off my lap but suddenly I didn't want her to go. I pulled her back down surprising her and she gasped. I wrapped my arms around her and held her closely needing to feel her. She wrapped herself around me tightly and whispered soft words into my ear as she allowed me to cling to her. Her scent swirled around me and her warmth calmed me. Eventually I allowed her to extricate herself and go to the kitchen. When she returned she had more tea for her and brandy for me. After she sat back down beside me she was quiet for a few minutes.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"How are you being so calm telling me this?"

I sat silent for a moment. She was right. I had remained fairly calm. Instead of breaking down while telling Bella what had occurred, it was like slowly allowing a toxin to drain out of my body. As the words left me the pain didn't seem as constricting.

I reached for her hand. "Perhaps Little One, because you're here. Listening. Comforting me. Letting me get it out. You seem to know when I need you close to bring me out of the pain." I sighed. "Maybe you're expressing enough anguish for both of us. I don't like you so upset."

"I hate the thought of you alone. Hurt. Scared. Needing help and being denied it," she admitted softly. "It kills me." I watched her head shake slowly.

"Can I ask you something?" Her voice was hesitant.

"Yes." I leaned down and kissed her softly. "Anything."

"Why don't you refer to her as anything but your spouse? You hardly ever even use her name."

I grimaced and when I answered my voice was gruff. "She doesn't deserve the implied adoration and respect the term wife has to me. She was never truly a wife in any sense of the word. And her name is just a … reminder." I paused. "I remember my mother saying something about knowing how someone feels about who they are married to if they are introduced as a spouse rather than a husband or wife, and it always stuck with me. Legally she was my spouse. That's all. She was never my wife. Towards the end she was barely human."

For a moment there was silence.

"Can you tell me the rest?"

"Some of it you'd have to ask Carlisle about. I passed out talking to him. He was already in Italy. He and Emmett had enough of listening to her excuses and were coming to find me. He had a bad feeling. Victoria was spending money but it was as if I had disappeared. And he figured out the medical bills were for me, not her. He knew where the villa was since he had access to my financials. Thank God. When I woke up I was in the hospital and he and Emmett were both there. I was never left alone from then on. Once I was able to, I told him the whole story; everything from my eyes to her. There was so much wrong with me." I shook my head remembering my slow recovery. "I was severely dehydrated and undernourished. They had to break and reset my ankle. I had a lot of various drugs in my system. Carlisle had brought bottles from the villa to the doctors there, for their examination and testing. There was so many. He was appalled at my appearance. I had lost a lot of weight and basically looked like shit. At least that was his medical term for it." I stopped for a minute and when I spoke my voice was quieter. "He took care of everything. Getting me home. Finding the best specialists there who confirmed the diagnosis. He made sure I had everything I needed. That I was safe and looked after. He…he saved my life Bella."

"Why wasn't she arrested? She tried to kill you Edward! At least she should have been charged with neglect and abandonment- or something… she just walked away- how could Carlisle let that happen?" Bella cried in horror.

"Shh, Bella." I implored her. "It's okay." She was far too upset. "We were making a case against her. Gathering information. But she was killed in a plane crash while I was still in the hospital. Her and her new lover. "

"I hope it hurt. I hope she was so fucking scared and knew she was going to die. I hope she's burning in hell." Bella whispered furiously.

I reached over and pulled her into my arms. Her body was wound up so tightly it was almost immobile. I rocked both of us slowly needing to feel her as much as she needed to feel me right then. I could feel the hot tears once again soak my shirt. I tried to get her to lift her face, but she remained buried in my chest. I slid my hand up under her hair and stroked her neck softly trying to comfort her. The depth of emotional pain she felt on my behalf was over whelming. Her tender spirit was so beautiful to me. I held her until I felt her body relax and her soft sobs stop.

"I don't care where she is," I murmured. "She's gone. And she's not coming back."

"I'm so sorry you suffered like that," she whispered hoarsely. "You didn't deserve it. Any of it. Thank you…for trusting me…for telling me. I understand more now. I hate knowing it, but I understand."

She always understood.

"Bella," I whispered suddenly fearful. "What happened the other day… will never happen again. I'm so incredibly sorry. I wasn't myself. I didn't realize how strongly I could still react to just the thought of…her. I'm going to get help. I promise."

"I know," she said softly.

"Is there still an 'us' Bella?" I asked; my throat tight as I voiced my biggest fear.

"I want there to be Edward. I've never stopped wanting that. I was just so confused the other day…I shouldn't have walked away from you." Her voice dropped. "I regret that. So much. I'll never walk away from you again."

I caressed her cheek. "You did the right thing. We both needed to think. I understand, Little One. I do. We're here together now. That's what's important."

I hesitated for a minute. "Do you feel differently now, after you know…everything?"

Her voice was soft. "Why would that change how I feel about you Edward? I don't understand."

"You don't look at me and see a weak man?" I whispered. "Someone who should have known better… fought back instead of allowing her to break me?"

"Break you? Edward, she didn't break you. Scarred you, yes. Someone you cared about, you depended on, treated you horribly. Hurt you. Blamed you for something that was not your fault. Made you pay again and again for something you had no control over." Her hand drifted softly over my cheek before cupping it. "You survived that. You came back. And in my mind that makes you stronger than most men. You've allowed yourself to trust again. To feel love. You are not weak Edward. You amaze me. I feel nothing but pride and love for who you are."

I sat stunned into silence. My chest felt like it would burst from the deep emotions coursing through me. Relief flooded though me. There was the sudden lessening of the fear I had always felt inside. The love I felt for this woman eclipsed all the negative feelings left behind by Victoria.

I crushed her to me and allowed the pain out. This time the tears were cathartic. Healing. And the entire time I cried I was wrapped up in the protective healing circle of love emitted through Bella's arms.

So…I think we can all agree .

What. A . Bitch.

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