Word prompt: glaze
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"Whoops. Still here, are you?"
He eyed her from the bottom of the stairs. He was carrying a bottle of Scotch in his right hand.
"Yes. Um, yes, I am." Bella tried to shake her head free from exhaustion and tiredness.
She was not willing to be yelled at again.
While she felt sorry for Rosalie's brother, who had lost his dog, she also was still hurt and angry. Above all, she was tired. And she was not going to delay her departure by talking to him.
She walked to the kitchen.
She could hear the shuffling of his feet as Edward followed her slowly.
Bella started collecting the last bits and pieces from the counters, storing them in a box.
"Msorry."
"Excuse me?"
She turned around. Edward was leaning against the wall, his eyes glazed over, his posture sagging.
"Smorry..."
And like jello, he relaxed, sliding down against the wall. Once he had plopped down on the floor, he sniffled, a broken sob escaping his throat.
"Well, great," Bella muttered under her breath. He'd been an asshole earlier, sure, but she couldn't very well let him sit there like that. Could she?
"Edward?" Bella knelt down next to him. "Edward?"
"Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. "It's just… my… my… Milo…" He sniffled again, finally looking up from sad, red eyes. "My dog, Milo, died earlier today."
"I know," Bella said. As sorry as she felt for him, she wondered what she was supposed to do. All she wanted was to go home. If only Jasper would come back!
"I'm very sorry, Edward."
"Mhm, yeah…" He closed his eyes and let his head sink back against the wall. Even with his cheeks blotchy and red and his forehead creased, his face was very handsome.
She was still pondering what to say when Edward let out a mixture between a sigh and a snore.
"Edward?" She shook his arm.
"Edward?" She shook his shoulder.
He made a whiney noise.
Bella sat down next to him, the kitchen tile cold against her butt.
Why, oh why?
"Edward!" She patted his cheek. It was stubbly and soft and felt strangely nice.
"Hmm..." he sighed, moved, and placed his head in her lap.
"Um, Edward, excuse me, no, you can't do this. Wake up, Edward!"
But he was fast asleep, the deep, comatose, sleep that followed the best part of the bottle of Glenlivet by his feet.
Bella looked at him.
His face was much too pretty.
"Edward!" Once more, she shook his arm, but all he did was groan as he made himself more comfortable.
The weight of his head in her lap felt… nice.
Bella began to fumble for her phone in order to call Jasper.
"Bella?"
Just then, Jasper peeked into the kitchen.
"We're ready to... Oh."
"Yeah, right. What do we do now?"
"Wake him?" Jasper suggested hopefully.
"You think I didn't try?"
Jasper shook Edward's arm.
"Mmm," Edward replied, and wrapped said arm around Bella's thigh.
"Edward!"
Jasper was not her friend for nothing. He took Edward's shoulders and shook him.
"Edward, earth to Edward! Wake up!"
Edward's expression changed from relaxation to pain.
"What?" he mumbled.
He sniffled and secured his lock around Bella's leg.
"Edward, please let us help you upstairs, okay? We need to leave."
"Don't... Please don't go..." he whispered. He looked up at her, his eyes hooded and filled with pain.
And then he went back to soft snores.