I'm so SORRY SORRY SORRY! I've been caught up in a lot of stuff of late, and I totally forgot to update this whenever I had the chance!

Now, I'm gonna try and catch up! Wish me good luck!

Appeal of the Forbidden

By: Lucas McDrake

Chapter 5-Contemplation

"...Why?" I asked.

"He thinks that Bella's dead," Esme clarified. "He wishes...to go where she has gone."

I gasped. "We have to tell him that she's still-"

"That wouldn't work," Rosalie pointed out.

"Why?" I argued.

"He threw away his cellphone," Rosalie explained.

"Then we'll actually tell him face-to-face," I offered.

"He would read our minds, think our thoughts were lies, and just try all the more harder to kill himself," Jasper dejected.

After a moment of thought, I asked, "But you can't lie with your thoughts-"

"It's possible," Carlisle contradicted. "It's hard, but if you concentrate hard enough, then you can do it."

"He knows I wouldn't lie, though...right?" I pressed.

"I doubt that he would know you that well," Esme sighed.

"Or even be in a sane enough mind to listen," Rosalie added.

"Oh..." I was trying to think of an idea-anything-that could possibly reverse things back to normal. I came up blank. "What are we going to do?" I was starting to panic.

"Force him back to his senses."

I looked at Emmett, terrified at how livid he was. "You can't do that." I stretched my arms as far as they could go in an attempt to hug him. I couldn't even get my arms to span his chest. Ignoring this little fact, I continued, "Why are you so angry?"

"He can't kill himself!" he explained to me. "Just because a girl died doesn't mean you should kill yourself!"

"Well, you can't do that!" I yelled, burying my face into his chest, still rested in his arms.

"Why?" Emmett retorted.

"She has a point," Esme pointed out.

"Like what?" Emmett challenged Esme. I didn't like to see him like this.

"Edward could run faster than you any day," Esme explained. "You wouldn't be able to catch him, even if you tried. And it would just make him try harder for suicide."

"I wouldn't let you," I declared.

He looked down at me, his face calming for a brief moment. "Sorry."

Before I knew it, I was on the couch, alone.

Emmett had already gone.

Rosalie disappeared from beside me soon after, leaving me alone on the couch.

"He didn't listen to me." A tear started to roll down my cheek.

...yeah, I'm sorry for changing it from cuteness abruptly to tragedy, but it fit the story more accurately.

Sorry!