Edward opened Bella's door and held her hand as she stepped out of the car.

For a moment it all felt so normal.

He imagined they were returning home from a date.

She wasn't bare beneath that trench coat, but was wearing an elegant dress.

They might go inside and have a glass of wine on the sofa before sharing chaste kisses.

But as he pushed open his front door and ushered Bella inside, his fantasy world crumbled.

All he could see were the places where he'd fucked her so she'd forget her pain.

How could they ever fix this?

*sigh*...I love him so damn much.

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