And she's calming down...
"Thanks, but I'm far from glorious, Edward. Now, shall we head back?" Bella suggested, but Edward shook his head and grinned.
He was delighted that she'd finally opened up to him. Everything she wanted, he wanted to give her. He knew he'd have to be careful, because inside, Bella was more fragile than anyone thought, but Edward knew he could give her everything she desired.
"No, I think I want to hear more about you. So, you want to be artistic, in what way?" He asked. Bella let out a deep sigh and plonked herself down on a chair.
"When I was younger, and my mom still cared enough to be around me, she used to take us to all these craft fairs. Each week, she'd have a different hobby. She said that her fingers could never settle. I wished at the time that she could spend more time with me than which hobby she wanted to try out. It bugged me back then, but I get it now. My fingers are just the same," Bella sighed again.
Edward's thoughts went to something else she could do with her fingers. He tried not to, but his attraction to her was almost out of control by this point. She was so expressive with her hands when she spoke.
"I don't want to go to college, Edward. I'm not scared of leaving here, I'm not worried about being out there on my own, but I am scared about losing me. Myself. I don't want people to tell me how I should be artistic or a teacher telling me to think or act a certain way. Art isn't like that. Art should be fluid. That scares me. Being told I can't do something that comes naturally to me," Bella sounded on the verge of tears again, so Edward knew that he had to change tactics a little.
"You said you wanted thrills, what did you mean by that?"
What thrills do you think Bella wants?