Edward's Point Of View
Edward's Point Of View
January, Day 18, Saturday
After running all the way into Canada, Alice calls me and tells me to come back home, that she's had a vision. A good vision, so she says. It's early morning and I'm sitting in my room, waiting until Alice tells me I can leave to go to Bella's. I have no idea why I'm going, Alice is blocking me; Translating English phrases into French. I've already explained to her the happenings of last night; from watching the way Bella acted around him, to afterwards when they kissed, how the pain just rushed through me and the only thing I could do was run. Helplessness fills me, and if I could vomit I would. I sigh and lay back on my bed, letting my thoughts flow to Bella. How she smells, the way she look when the light hits her face just right… It is through this process that the hours pass me.
What feels like minutes later, Alice is standing over me, saying that it's time to leave. I look at her and ask "Are you ever going to tell me what this is about?" She shakes her head coyly and pushes me out of the door. Soon I'm running to her house and jumping in the tree in front of her window where Alice instructed me to go to and wait.
Bella's lying on her bed, reading Wuthering Heights for the one thousandth time. I chuckle lowly at her predictability. Suddenly, a car pulls up into her driveway. Angela Weber gets out and knocks on her front door. It takes Bella a few seconds to realize that someone's knocking. When she does, she jumps up and runs slowly to answer it, yelling "Coming!" as she runs. "I wonder what Bella could want to talk to me about…" Angela thinks, stressing the 'me' part. Bella answers the door and minutes later they enter and sit on Bella's bed, where yesterday I was laying, cradling her pillow.
Bella then proceeds to tell her about her and Newton's date; Pain rushes in me again as she describes the scene and everything that had happened. I silently curse Alice and begin to wonder why she made me come; to shove it in my face that I left? No, Alice wouldn't be so cruel. I listen closer as Angela asks Bella what the problem was, her thoughts jumbled into a confusing mess. Bella suddenly exclaims that she doesn't like Newton the way that he thinks she does and that she feels terrible for leading him on. Wait, what? Bella doesn't like Newton? Hope dared to rise in me, but I push it down. I didn't need to push them down after what I heard next. Angela asks her if he felt the same as he during the date, Bella reluctantly confirms. "Then you weren't leading him on then. Not if you felt that way at the time." She tells her assuringly, patting her arm as she spoke.
Bella starts to speak again, saying that there are other things she needs to discuss with her. Bella doesn't answer Angela's question of what is now bothering her, almost as if she's embarrassed to continue. The blush creeping into her cheeks confirms my suspicions. "Well, it's also about… Edward." My heart stops at her words. Is it possible that she still loves me? Is it that love stopping her from feeling things for Newton? I strain my ears and listen harder. Knowing dawns on Angela's face as she hugs Bella, one that she graciously returns. "What about him?" she asks concernedly. Bella replies; "I don't know, I just feel like I'm… Betraying him. I don't know. But he told me to get over him, to be happy. But I can't be happy without him, so either way I'm screwed." She finishes with a humorless laugh. I feel my jaw drop open in surprise. "She still loves me! She still loves me!" echoes through my head joyously.
The conversation that continues is not heard by me, the only thing my mind is focused on is that she continues to love me. I take no time to think my actions through. I jump out of her tree and walk calmly to her door. My smile is bigger than the last time I was with her, shining brightly for everyone to see. I don't think of the consequences of coming back, just the feel of my arms around her and the taste of her lips on mine again.
I knock on her door, my smile fading as not to blind whoever answers it. I hear Bella jogging lightly down the stairs, in a hurry to answer the door so Angela doesn't have to wait too long. She opens the door, and the second she sees my face, her smile disappears, her eyes slowly close and her grip on the doorknob is no more. She falls to the floor quickly and, reflexively, I catch her. I panic, wondering whether I should carry her in or leave her here. My question is answered for me when Charlie calls out "Who's at the door, Bells?" I take a breath and say"Chief Swan, you might want to come in here. We have an, erm, situation."