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Bella didn't fall asleep for a long time. She couldn't stop thinking about Edward.
How the skin under his eyes seemed almost translucent; bluish-grey from fatigue. His long fingers, and how wonderful they had felt around hers.
Despite the fact that they had known each other for such a short time, she felt that she could trust him. Jasper had been right about him being difficult, but Bella had been thinking that maybe he was a womanizer. Well, and he seemed to have a drinking problem.
She was pretty sure now that he was not a womanizer. He seemed to be very loyal, meeting with his sisters-in-law to visit his wife's grave.
Were they still his sisters-in-law if his wife was dead?
Bella turned around in the dark.
What kind of person would Edward have been married to?
Had she been an artist, like him?
She probably had been beautiful.
Why had she died?
Could she ask him any of those questions?
It was long after five when Bella accepted that she wouldn't be able to sleep. She got out of bed and brushed her teeth, pulled her fuzzy blanket around her shoulders and settled in her rocking chair with a cup of tea and her MacBook, her most treasured possession.
Her plan was to only look at his homepage, or at Wikipedia.
Edward Cullen, she entered.
3.600.000 results.
Edward Cullen, from Wikipedia, the free enyclopedia
Edward Anthony Cullen (b. 20 June 1972, London) is a British artist best known for his naturalistic/realistic paintings, which are influenced by the great romanticists. He also is influenced by the romantic-naturalistic movement, which was born of the Dougen/Hillace group during the 1990s.
Bella sighed.
In 2003, he received the Turner Prize, and in 2006, the International Painter's Award in New York.
He had exhibitions at the Art Institute of Chicago, the Centre Pompidou in Paris, the Tate Gallery and the National Gallery in London, the Martin-Gropius-Bau and the Nationalgalerie in Berlin, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.
He is presented by the Michael Newton Gallery, London.
Bella scanned the following three paragraphs, Early Life, Career and Criticism, until she reached the one overwritten Personal Life.
Cullen was married to photographer Irina Denali from 1997 until her death on 2 May 2007, when she succumbed to her injuries following a car crash.
He lives in London.
She groaned and closed her laptop, suddenly feeling creepy. He would answer her questions in time, if and when he was ready. She had no right sneaking around spying on him.
On the other hand, it was on a website accessible for everyone.
A car crash. How terrible. It must have hit him without any preparation.
She had never lost anyone dear to her, except Grandpa Higginbotham, but she'd been three at the time. She could only imagine how dreadful it was to experience what Edward had experienced.
She really wanted to help him.
Yes, help him, that was all.
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