Chapter 13
EDWARD'S POV
AN: I KNOW YOU'VE ALL BEEN DYING FOR IT!)
I'd been sitting in the workroom all day. When Rosalie woke up this morning to find me in here, she was curious as to why I was and for how long. I replied with a simple "doing work" and she let the issue drop. Of course the reason I was in here was to avoid her because I needed to think, I was so confused after what happened last night between me and Bella. But by lunch, she came back in here, thoughtful enough to bring me a sandwich and glass of lemonade.
"Honey, are you sure you're alright?" She asked me considerately, lying on my desk the tray on which contained my lunch.
"I'm fine, fine." I assured her. But there must have been something in my facial expression that led her to believe that I wasn't.
She gave me a doubtful look, and then turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway as if remembering something.
She turned around to face me as she said, "Oh sweetie, I'm going out tonight with Bella."
I gulped just at hearing her name.
"Oh don't worry," She said, probably thinking I gulped worried about money or being here alone or some unimportant reason. "We're just going out to Fatz to eat and then we might go shopping, but I won't spend any of our money, I'll buy stuff with my own money." She went on to assure me. So money was what she thought I was worried about. I loved Rosalie, but it seemed like very few things were more important to her than money.
"Its fine," I replied, now being extra conscious about my facial gestures. "Have Fun."
She smiled as she said, "Be home later."
A few moments after she left, I dug into my sandwich. Bologna on rye with mayonnaise, exactly how Rosalie knows I like it. I was starving, considering I'd been shut up in this room all day. I just couldn't come to a conclusion about Bella.
I had this INCREDIBLE connection with her. (On my end at least, I had no idea what Bella was thinking.) But I did know I always felt secure around her, like I could tell her anything, or trust anything she says. I felt relaxed around her, like I didn't have to use manners or look my best to see her. Like when I was around her, she could brighten up my day in seconds. I didn't even know this emotion was possible for someone you'd only know about a week, but it obviously is.
Then there was Rosalie. I loved Rosalie, but we were high school sweethearts. Everyone expected us to get married right after high school, and we did. I still loved her and a part of me always would, but the connection that exists with Bella, doesn't seem to anymore with Rosalie.
But it's not like I was going to just dump Rosalie for Bella anyways, under no circumstances would I do that.
I was just so confused right now I was going out of my mind.
I needed something occupying to do to take my mind away from these thoughts. I think a couple of hours is enough time to waste worrying myself to death on these matters.
Maybe you should just TALK to Bella, my conscience tried to persuade me.
No that would just startle her, I don't even know if she feels the same way. Probably not.
Maybe you should talk to Rosalie, it tried again.
Definitely not. The first thing Rosalie would think is that I don't love her anymore and am cheating on her with Bella.
What about Emmett?
I thought about that one for a while. He'd probably think the same as Rosalie, that I was cheating both of them. Nope.
I spent another few minutes going through other unlikely possibilities.
(Calling mom-NO, calling dad-NO, calling an advice hotline-Uh….NO, and just worrying myself to literal death-DEFINITLY NOT.)
I grabbed my crumbless plate and empty glass and took them downstairs to put them with the dirty dishes.
But on my way downstairs, I realized what I could do to take my mind off of my worries.
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