O.M.G.
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"You're right. You did do this." His hard, unusually cold voice cuts through my mourning of what we seemed to have for the past week.
Shit, did I say that out loud?
Silent, tortured tears cascade down my cheeks and my breath is inaudible, as if I'm barely breathing at all. But really, I'm not. My breath is taken from me. The silence is deafening, both of us looking each other straight in the eye...searching.
"Yes! I did this. Okay? I pretended to be someone else, and honestly, I'm glad! Would you have fallen into bed with someone like Isabella Marie Swan? Huh? No! Because I'm stupid, average, useless girl from Seattle. And y'know what? Now I'm in love with you, and it's all my fault coz when I leave, I may as well just-ugh!" I'm half-shouting now, gaining the amused looks of passers-by.
I grit my teeth, the harsh words tumbling out my mouth without fail.
I can feel my heart beating roughly, the blood pumping adrenaline and anger through me relentlessly.
Fuck, now I'm angry. Not good.
"Yeah? Well I didn't just fall into bed with you, Bella!" He hisses my name and I clench my jaw, hard. Ow. "I fell in love with you! Whether you're truly an average girl from a city or whatever, I don't know. But a name means nothing. I fell in love with you! A beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman! All right?"
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, withdrawing huge breaths all at once. I'm gaping at him.
"Y-you love me?"
"Yes!" He growls, gripping my face tightly before forcing his lips onto mine, sealing his word with a passionate, hungry, desiring kiss.
I give in.