The Twilight Twenty-Five ( )
Prompt: #15 Hope
Pen Name: Maddie-the-Muse
Pairing/Character(s): Charlie Swan (Bella Swan)
Rating: T
Word Count: 426
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I watched Bella sitting in the living room, curled up in the armchair, a book discarded in her lap as she stared vacantly out the window. She had been doing the same thing—doing nothing—for nearly four months now, and I was at my wits end. I didn't know what to do for her. I felt like I had failed her in the worst possible way because I couldn't make her realize that her life wasn't over because some stupid boy had decided he didn't want her any more. I couldn't make her see she was worth more than what some no good, rich-kid asshole thought of her.
She was so much more than that. She was smart and beautiful and genuinely a nice person. I had often wished that I could take credit for the amazing person she had grown to be, but it was all her mother, Renee. It never surprised me that Renee had done such a great job raising Bella, she herself was a wonderful woman and I still loved her despite the heartache she had caused me. Perhaps Bella wasn't that different than me, after all.
The kettle started to boil in the kitchen and I reluctantly turned away from watching Bella. As I stirred the instant coffee granules into the boiling water I thought about sending Bella back to live with her mother again. As much as I would miss having her here with me, it might be good for Bella to be away from the places that reminded her of that Cullen kid; they say a change is as good as a rest after all. Or, maybe she just needed a little more time.
I reached for a second cup in the cupboard and the hot chocolate mix, thinking that if I could just let Bella know that I loved her and that I would always be there for her, maybe she would come back around and start to heal. Lord knows I knew healing a broken heart wasn't an easy task. I found a package of mini marshmallows in the cupboard next to the cocoa mix and added a few to her cup, smiling at how she loved marshmallows as a kid.
I passed Bella the cup of cocoa when I went back in the living room, trying my best at a reassuring smile. She eyed the cup curiously and the look she gave me in return, her lips curving up ever so slightly, gave me hope that I just might get my Bells back after all.