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Does anyone ever wonder what Isabella is thinking? Let's find out…
-Chapter Seven: Bones and Dust—
Previously:
"I bet you just want to taste some," he teased, bumping his shoulder to his friend's playfully.
Ron grinned, "Definitely."
Esme practically beamed at the red-haired wizard.
-When the Storm Breaks-
Bella smiled when she saw that girl – Ginny, the midget had told them her name was – had latched possessively onto the midget.
Bella had seen the looks her beloved and the midget had shared and she hated to think that… That scum could take her Eddie-kins away from her. He had no right to just waltz in here just as she was starting her plan to get what she wanted. And she wanted to be a vampire goddammit! She wanted to be beautiful!
She just wanted to be happy, she was always putting others first and herself last, she just wanted to be selfish just once in her puny mortal life.
Edward would not wait while she grew old and wrinkled, he would move on, with a vampire and be happy and just live and in time she would just be non-existent.
In time, Isabella Swan would just be bones, and then dust.
And no one would remember her.
Not even her darling Edward.
In time, he would forget. Whether it be a hundred years or a thousand, he would forget.
She would do anything to be remembered, cherished, loved.
Even if that meant betraying her dearest love.