These two, they're going to be the death of me. One more chapter till Part Two is officially over.
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May 2008: Movie Theater
Edward's POV
"It looks like you kids are going to have to sit behind us," my stepfather says.
The movie theater is packed and for once I'm grateful for it.
Maybe she'll actually warm back up to me without having to worry about dad seeing us.
My eyes flit to her and she just shrugs before walking through the crowded isle in front of me. My skin goes cold and I let out a sigh.
Really?
The distance between us has only grown since our fight. After I had calmed down, I tried knocking on her door, but she just told me to piss off. So what did I do? I gave her more space.
I'm always giving her space.
Bella sits down and scrolls through her phone, completely ignoring me.
The movie starts and after about ten minutes in I grab her hand. She doesn't respond, but doesn't wrench it free either. Elation spikes through me. Finally. I let her get used to our hands entwined for a bit and glance at her through the corner of my eye. She's completely engrossed in the movie. So I carefully start massaging her hand with my thumb. She doesn't look at me, only shivers slightly.
My heartbeat skyrockets. She wants this, she still wants me. Relief and nerves flood through me. It's ridiculous, really, my nerves, seeing as we've done much more than hold hands. But nearly two months with no physical contact, I feel like we've somehow started over. My hand releases her and slowly skim my fingers up and down her arm.
Suddenly she stiffens and looks right at me, her eyes hard. "Stop," she hisses and leans away from me.
My eyes widen, it's like a bucket of cold water drops on me. I just stare at her, her cold brown eyes and rigid frame. There is no fear in those eyes, only disgust and coldness creeps up my spine.
What is happening to us?
"Bella please," my whispered voice is scratchy and desperate.
She raises an eyebrow at me and her eyes flit to my hand before glancing back to me.
I can see the wheels turning in that head of hers, and with each second I feel the pressure build.
You have to give me something Bella, anything. Just something for me to know you still care.
She immediately turns back towards the screen, her face an impassive mask again.
The fissures in our delicate relationship cracks, this crater that's between us seems impossible.
I'm losing her.
My spine tightens.
I'm losing her.
She's only a fingertip away, but it feels like content between us.
I turn towards her. "Bella-
Immediately she stands up, slamming down the popcorn down in my lap.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she hisses at me. "Don't follow me."
She steps over me and leaves. My fingers curl against the popcorn bucket and I have the urge to throw it.
Why won't you just let me love you?
Despite my anger, I know she's struggling, she's just gotten better at hiding it.
I feel crazy, because it seems that only I see that this new version of herself isn't good.
Suddenly I feel cold and my chest constricts.
Why? Why isn't it a good thing? Just because she doesn't need you anymore?
I feel like I can't breathe and I stumble out of my seat and down the isle. As I throw open the doors, I lean over heaving.
She doesn't need me anymore.
It's like the room is falling away and my legs shake.
She doesn't need me anymore.
My fingers grip the trash bin.
"You ok there Bud?" Someone asks.
No. No I'm not fucking okay.
"Fine," I croak out instead.
She doesn't need me anymore.
But I need her.
I let out a bark of laughter.
My knees buckle.
An impossible situation.
The memory of her is everywhere, the way her skin is hot against my own, her eyes as I move against her, how she grabbed my hand under tables. I feel like I'm drowning.
I see her. She's laughing with Laurent.
I see red.
No. She loves me.
She's mine.
Mine.
My feet are carrying me over to them.
Mine.
Laurent's arm is slung over hers.
Mine.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and afraid.
I'm done playing this game with her.
"Hey man-"
My fingers curl around her wrist. "We're leaving."
She opens her mouth.
"Don't," I growl.
I pull her out of the theater, her stumbling behind me.
This ends now.
She loves me.
She has to love me.
Cliffe, I know. Ugh, the suspense!
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