The days spent missing his sister turned into weeks.
She refused to come to their house. There were always polite excuses and fake smiles, always a reason why she couldn't come that day. Emmett felt hopeless.
Especially because none of this would've happen if they listened to him. If Alice accepted to stay. They would never let her get into this condition. She didn't eat, she took pills to keep what she ate down. She didn't speak in her sleep; Emmett spent many nights in her room with Edward. Brainstorming, trying to come up with romantic gestures or gifts or poems.
She took every joke to heart, he tried, he tried to so hard to make her laugh again. He always loved how she laughed, with abandon. Especially because it sounded too big for her delicate and small body. He never heard her laugh since they came back. Let alone laugh, not even a genuine smile.
He was hoping that she would warm up again. That she would relax, at least around him. She did not.
His patience wore thin that day, especially because he knew that she wanted to be close with them again. He knew because he saw the longing in her eyes every time they fooled around with Jasper or Alice in the cafeteria.
"I'm sorry, I can't, Alice." He heard her saying across the table. "I have an assignment."
"Why don't you just come out and say you don't want to?" His voice was loud enough that she jumped a little. He felt terrible, he never wanted to scare her. He lowered his voice but kept his eyes on hers, so that she would know he meant it. "These excuses are getting old."
"Yeah, I don't want to." She agreed quietly, refusing to meet his eyes, her eyes are on his shoulder as always. Alice frowned; she didn't like to hear that. "Because it's not fair for me to come to your house and force you to pretend."
"Bullshit." He heard Edward's warning hiss; he chose to ignore it. "You know that we don't pretend to be human around you."
"I wasn't talking about that."
"Then what?" The only reply he got was the scraping of her chair while she got up and quickly walked to the hall, Edward following behind. Jasper sighed.
"I was hoping that at least she would get mad." He turned to him, confused. Leaving the cafeteria like that seemed angry.
"She is never mad. Or happy, or just content. It's either sadness, pain or nothing."
"What do you mean nothing?" Rosalie asked. How could anyone feel nothing?
"Exactly that, nothing. Sometimes it feels like I'm hitting to a wall, if I didn't see or hear her here, I could even say that she doesn't exist. It's like nobody's there."
He leaned back in chair, even Rose's hand in his hair didn't make him feel better. For the first time since he was changed, he truly wished that he could be a human. He could really, really use some sleep.
AN: Reviews are always appreciated, it makes me so happy to read about your reactions.
And the guest reviewer "Marymary123", if I understood your review correctly, you are mad at me for killing Bella's confidence. But I urge you to think, did she really have any confidence in series? She always thought that Edward deserved more than what she was capable of providing and she was basically a doormat for Alice's whims. I dearly love this series, otherwise I wouldn't spend hours reading and writing ff about it; but we can't ignore how lowly Bella thinks of herself. I don't know, maybe it's my own interpretation.