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Epov
I woke up in a daze, the cloud of freesias and strawberries long gone, leaving me parched for more. I groaned and decided that I didn't care what anybody thought, Isabella Swan WILL confine in me. I got up and stumbled to the mirror, still fogged with sleep. I stared at myself for a few minutes, hoping that I was enough for her. I walked out of the room and down the hall, into the insignifigant guest room that now held my Bella. I opened the door slowly, peeking into the clena room. There in the corner, tucked in a ball by the window, was Bella. I sighed in relief, glad that she was still alright.
"Bella?" I asked kindly, approaching slowly. She obvoiusly cowered into the corner, and whimpered a little. I felt a strange tugging in my chest, it was hurting me to see me scare her like that. I sat in the middle of the floor cross-legged with my hands up, and she relaxed a little bit. As I watched her look out the window, it felt lke my soul was ripping itself apart. Like there was nothing else in the world I would have liked better was to see her smile, to make everything that ever hurt her disappear. Maybe I could make her forget, I thought, if she she would just tell me. But how can you get trust from someone that has been hurt so many times? I sighed, deciding that I would just try my hardest.
"Are you scared of me?"
Silence.
"What happened to you anyways?"
Silence.
"Is that why you don't talk?"
Silence.
"You know I would never hurt you, right?"
Silence.
"How could I?"
Silence.
I walked out of the room dejectedly, I wouldn't be getting any answers obviously.
"You can't hurt the person that you're in love with," I mumbled to myself, slamming the door behind me.
When I made it back into my room I groaned, mad at myself for getting so cross with her. She hadn't even done anything? Who knows, what if she CAN'T talk? I gasped, realizing what a douche I was being! Here she was cowering on the floor, scared to death of ME and all I do is shout and get mad! I don't know ANYTHING about her! I ran back into her room, but stopped in CArlisle's study for something first. I dashed back in and sat in the same position, hoping she wouldn't be too scared.
"Bella? Can you look at me?" I asked kindly, trying not to seem rough. She turned her head just a fraction of a smidge until she could see me out of her peripheral vision. I grinned, victorious, and glanced at my lap, suddenly embarrassed at my peace offering.
"You can' talk, can you?" I asked slowly, very ashamed of myself. She seemed taken aback and she sat considering for a good three minutes until she just slightly nodded "yes". I nodded back with a smile, showing her that it's O.K..
"I brought you something," I said soft and embarrassed, holding out Wuthering Heights. She stared at it, eyes wide as saucers, and gasped with a strange raspy way. One single tear fell on to her cheek as she stared at the tattered book confusedly.
"Its my favorite, so I just thought…" I started, but stopped as she slowly unwound her arm from around her leg and reached out for it gingerly. I then gasped and slid it towards her slowly. She grasped it in her hands tightly and held it close to her chest, mouthing something to herself. I stood up and went to the door, leaving her in peace.
"I'll be back tomorrow, love," I said softly and shut the door behind me.
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