(A/N: Please forgive my numerous spelling mistakes. I'm writing this on my phone, and autocorrect is a bitch.)

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Bella had known she was fucked the moment she laid eyes on Rosalie Hale. She knew, that with one look, she was gone.

Nothing else would matter.

She prayed, (something she hadn't done since her grandmother passed), that somehow Rosalie would notice her. She prayed that Rosalie would see her.

Perhaps she did. And she simply did not like what she found in Bella. Maybe, Rosalie knew Bella, knew her sins, and knew that Bella could not possibly ever be enough for her.

Bella had assumed that's what happened for the longest time. And now, here before her, is Rosalie. Rosalie, who is begging for Bella. Begging for just a chance with her.

Bella is overjoyed. But the pain is still there. She wants Rosalie, needs her. And she had accepted. Rosalie is hers, just as she is Rosalie's.

"Rose..."

"Bella, I'm serious. I love you. I'm in love with you. Don't leave me- I can't handle it. Don't leave. I'll do anything- just stay."

So, Bella will stay. But, she warns.

"We need to take this slow- I can't handle it if it's you who ruins me, Rosalie. I couldn't even begin to hate you, even if you did. You could tear me apart, please, please don't." She would cry, and Rosalie would bare her soul to Bella.

"I promise, I promise you. I swear I won't, not ever."

And Bella believes her.

Bella wasn't always this way.

When she had first moved to Italy with her mom, they had started out in their own little apartment fifteen minutes away from her grandmother's manor.

Renée had kept up with things, in the beginning. But the moment she had met her friends, she abandoned little Bella in the cold of their empty home.

Marie Swan would eventually threaten Renée, say that if Renée didn't want to take care of Bella then she would.

After that, Renée attempted to change.

It didn't work.

Finally, Renée told her mother that Bella was just too much, and Renée was struggling enough as it is. Marie took Bella in with no hesitation. Marie had cared for Bella in the way Renée never had. Where Renée raged and hit, Marie calmed and soothed. Marie was a balm for Bella's soul.

Bella stayed with her grandmother until she was fifteen, because then she had met Viola. Viola was nineteen, and was born and raised in Italy. She had enchanted Bella. She started off as friends. Bella knew the truth, though.

She talked to Bella as much as possible, and Bella had fallen in love. This is the first time she had been someone's number one, their priority. She felt special. She felt loved. She had felt safe.

Viola had a jealous streak as well. Her grip would get a little too tight, and her smiles became a little too sinister. But, Bella had no one else. Viola was it for her, she was sure. So while Bella knee Viola would only burn her, she couldn't leave.

Because Viola had done something only one other person in her life had ever dared to do. She had cared about Bella. And that, to Bella, was worth all the bruises. All the heated words, all the scratches. Viola had loved her.

So when Bella looks at herself in the mirror, remembers how Viola had taken a knife and told her to prove she loved her, she didn't flinch. Not anymore. She is battered, and rough. How could anyone like Rosalie love her? So, Bella stayed with Edward, because be was familiar.

He too, had a tight grip, and a sharp tongue. He could cut down Bella's demons, but he would cut Bella too. She was attracted to that familiarity. Bella knew what to do to make him happy, so she chose the easy route. She knew how to make herself small enough to fit in the palm of his hand.

She thought she could make him happy. Apparently, she wasn't enough for Edward either. How could she possibly be enough for Rosalie? How could Rosalie love someone like her? A used, beaten shell of what she once was. Of who she once was.

But why does this feel so right? All of the others, Viola, Edward, Lauren, Lorna, Cassie, Micah, Sal, and so many more, always had a sense of wrong to them. Though many were flings, they still hadn't felt right. Not like how it feels with Rosalie. Rosalie made everything feel okay, like the pain could never find it's way out of Rosalie's blinding light.

Viola and Edward could carve out little pieces of her soul, and mold it into what they wanted. Rosalie takes it all in, all of her, and she smiles. She doesn't take, she doesn't mold, she doesn't ruin. While she nah conquer and dominate, she doesn't hurt. She heals, and Bella has never felt so free.

It's almost too much for her- the feeling of happiness. And she can't even begin to imagine how this is even possible, as Bella hasn't been happy in a long time. Yet, that's exactly what Bella feels when she sees Rosalie. She can't even begin to comprehend how happy it makes her when Rosalie simply smiles. Rosalie is everything Bella isn't, yet she makes Bella feel like she could be anything.

So, when Rosalie asks Bella on a date, she accepts. She smiles to herself. She giggles. She pecks Rosalie's cheeks, and swoons when Rosalie so much as opens a door for her. She feels so much with Rosalie.

Bella is still hurting over the Cullen's abandonment, and yet the fact that Rosalie stayed makes it so much better. Bella burns too hot, and she burns those that get too close. But Rosalie is cold, and it's impossible to burn her. It feels perfect, honestly. Something Bella hadn't known was a feeling before Rosalie.

'Before Rosalie.' Such a terrifying thought. Bella doesn't think she would've survived the Cullen's abandoning her without Rosalie. Rosalie makes her feel everything. It's more than Bella has ever been able to feel on her own.