Bella's POV
"Bella, you have a visitor," I heard Esme's gentle voice say.
"I don't really want to talk to anyone right now, Esme," I heard my scratchy voice push out.
I knew it was probably just Alice. I didn't want to see her right now. I had never seen her so much as from before and now she looked like someone had died. Which isn't too far from what it feels like I am; dead. Now I just had to somehow make it a reality. Not an easy feat when you're being watched by vampires, seeing as they don't sleep and all.
"Bella?" I heard the silkiest and most beautiful voice say, a familiar voice at that.
My heart stopped. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I turned my head so fast that my head spun. When my vision stabilized I was met with the most beautiful sight I could ever imagine: Edward. This time when I said his name my chest didn't so much as rippled with pain. Instead it felt like the hole that had nearly destroyed me had been completely sealed. My heart soared and then began to beat a million miles a minute. I felt free.
Then, in the next moment, everything came crashing down. I suddenly realized that I had gotten way ahead of myself in the past few seconds. He didn't love me. He had point blank told me so. He had no obligations to me and was probably only here to assuage his family's concerns. That, and berate me for breaking my promise to him. A promise that I still intended to break once he had left again.
Thinking of him leaving sent a jolt through me and I had to clench my jaw to keep from crying out. I had to push these thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on the present. Like how Edward was staring at me with wide concerned eyes. I could also see a bit of nervousness behind the concern. I wondered why he would be either of the two. I wasn't his problem so it shouldn't matter what I did, and I couldn't find a logical reason for his nervousness.
I hadn't realized that I had started to cry until my vision began to blur and I had to blink a few times before I could see clearly again. I was so angry at myself for breaking down. Why couldn't I be stronger? That's probably one of the reasons Edward left in the first place; I'm too weak.
I reached my hands up to quickly dash away the tears. Before my arm got even halfway to my face I felt a colder, smoother hand brush the tears away. I didn't have to look up to know whose hand it was. His touch made my breath catch in my throat. The electricity that arced from Edward's hand to my face had my heart racing a mile a minute.
His actions were a complete mystery to me, but for now I didn't care. I wanted everything, all the pain and suffering, to just fade away. I just wanted him to stay right here, stroking my face, forever.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I quickly pushed it away. The more I entertained the idea of Edward staying the worse it would be when he left. And he would leave. No matter how much I tried to fool myself into believing otherwise, it just wasn't a possibility.
I pushed Edward's hand away from my face. A look of hurt flashed in his eyes before his control was back in place. Why he would be hurt was just another mystery to add to the list.
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