The Pathetic Tale Of Unrequited Love - Chapter 5

Mirror - Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no

preconceptions.

Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike

I am not cruel, only truthful

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles.

I have looked at it so long, I think it is a part of my heart.

But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully

She rewards me with tears

and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a

young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

...

"Dr. Cullen" I greeted his neck. I refused to look him in the eye.

"Bella, we need to talk" Edward said.

"I knew you'd come for me" I whispered, eyes hooded with lust.

"Bella, I need you.. I want you" he murmered, taking me in his arms.

"What about Tanya?" I muttered against his chest.

"She is of little importance..." He whispered as he bend down, kissing me deeply, passionately..

"Make love to me Edward.." I whispered to him throwing my head back in pleasure, as his stiff-

"Bella?"

"Bella? Are you in there?"

I shook my self out of my day dream to see Edward waving his hand in front of my face. I turned bright red, before quickly composing my expression. God I was about as bad - if not worse - than a trashy erotica novel.

"Yes" I said curtly.

"We really need to talk" he said lowly, crossing his arms.

I looked away from his grim expression, ashamed. I had been dreading this. For days. He was gonna be so mad...

"Edward... I-" I started. I stared at my feet.

"I'm sorry" We said at the same time.

I stared up at him, shocked. Why in the holy hell was he apologising? My heart started to splutter as he gave me my favourite smile - the crooked one.

"Look Edward, you don't need to apologise at all. Everything was -is- my fault. I'm so sorry I hurt you and...and Tanya. If you don't want me at your wedding, just say the word. I'll stay away. Don't worry... its covered" I finished lamely.

He put his palm on my cheek, making me meet his eyes. I relaxed into his hand.

"Bella. Of course I want you at my wedding. Don't be stupid!" he chuckled

"Tanya was hurt by what happened" he said, now serious. "I was too Bella. I'm not gonna lie but-" he was suddenly cut off by the frantic beeps of his pager.

"Listen, I have to go. We'll talk later" he said, rushedly. He bent and lightly pressed his lips to my head. I closed my eyes, biting back a moan. I shouldn't be liking this.

His lips broke away and my eyes slowly slid open enough to see his somewhat hunched, retreating form.

My heart ached. Again.

...

"Bella?" a sweet voice asked, tugging at my skirt.

I glanced down from my clipboard and saw my little sweetie. Ali.

Ali was one of our palitive care patients and it broke my heart. She'd had leukemia since she was a baby and about a year ago, Edward had put her in palitive care. 18 months left. Well, now 6 months to live. She was only 5.

I bent down and kissed her blad head, soft from her hazelnut regrowth. Her bright green eyes shone up at me. In my profession, you aren't supposed to grow attached to patients. It just hurts to much to loose them.

But Ali was special. She had been in my care since birth and I loved her like the daughter I didn't have.

"Hey munchkin" I said brightly. "What are you doin' up?"

She hugged my leg.

"Mommy and Daddy are at work. I missed you Bella" she said in her angelic voice.

"I missed you too, sweetie-pie" I replied, pulling her into my arms.

I carried her back to her room. The other little girl she shared a room with was asleep. I placed Ali back into her bright pink bed and tucked her in tightly.

"Bella, can you tell me a story?" she asked shyly.

Ali loved stories, especially when I read them to her. I loved watching her face light up about the simplest things, like Pooh getting his head stuck in his red shirt.

I glanced at my watch. It was nearly my tea break anyway. I'd rather spend it with Ali then with some sullen inividuals -that shall remain nameless- that frequent the staff room.

"Of course darlin'" I said. "What one?" I asked, displaying a range of her favourite books from her bedside table.

She screwed her face up in concentration. Finally reaching a conclusion, she smiled at me.

"Can you please tell me one, Bella?"

"Sure" I said, surprised. I decided to improvise.

Once apon at time, in a rainy town named... er... Spoons, I began,

There lived a princess. She had brown eyes and a best friend, a prince, named Ed. Princess Belle loved Prince Ed with all her heart, but he didn't know.

"Oh no!" Ali gasped.

Princess Belle was heartbroken when she found out Prince Ed love someone else with all his heart. I continued.

Prince Ed was mad and upset when Princess Belle told him not to marry Queen Tanna.

Ali's face was shocked. "Princess Belle should tell Prince Ed how she feels. She is being silly! Maybe Prince Ed loves her the same deep down inside. Right Bella?" she asked determindly.

"Yeah, maybe she should. I'll have to tell her for you, Ali"

Ali gasped. "You know a..a..a Princess?"

"Yep!" I smiled at her. "Now you need to have a nap missy! Nurse Jane will be by later, 'kay? I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful" I chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"Bye Bella!" Ali said.

I walked out the door, switching the light off as I passed.

I wished I could see through a childs eyes for once. Like a mirror they are... no doubt, no judgement. Not clouded by anything. Especially love.

...

I layed across my lounge that night reading my favourite book, 'Wuthering Heights', for the uptenth time. I ran my hand along the creased and somewhat destroyed binding. I had received this book from Edward on my 13th birthday. I was signed by Emily Bronte herself.

He had found it in an antique store. It was perfect.

My phone began to buzz with 'Smack That' from the coffee table. I gingerly rested my book across my stomach as I reached for the phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Bella!" a familiar husky voice said.

"Jacob, hey! You called!"

"Yeah, couldn't leave ya hanging right?" he laughed.

I grinned.

"What, don't like a woman who makes the first move, even if it is within 10 minutes of you giving me permission?" I joked.

"Haven't had it before honestly. How do you feel about guys who make the second move?"

"I'm listening"

"Well, I'm off work tomorrow, so how about we meet up for coffee?" He asked.

"I'm working untill lunch, so how about you pick me up after then?"

"As long as your cool with my pimpin' ride" he chuckled.

"You mean your van?" I smirked.

"Haha Bella. You work at the hospital right?"

"Yeah" I said.

"Sweet, I'll see you then, Bella"

"Bye, Jacob"

"They call me Romeo" he whispered.

I laughed out loud.

"You wish" I said before I hung up.

I grinned to myself. God Bella, know a guy two seconds, and already your chatting like old women. I didn't know what it was about Jacob. I just felt so free. It's wierd cause I've only seen him twice and talked to him double that. I didn't care. I liked Jacob.

And I didn't even hurt about Edward when I spoke to him.

At all.

I smiled the rest of the night.

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