IITS ch38

A/n: Tissues...more freaking tissues...Deep Breath...Let it out...now, go, run, read...

BPOV

"Already?" He finally said, almost to quiet for me to hear.

I nodded before I spoke, "Yes, I talked to my friend, Rose last night. Her husband, Emmett, has been caring for the house and it'll be ready for us when we get there."

He finally looked at me, "There isn't anything I can say to change your mind?" His eyes held a desperation that I hadn't noticed before.

Could he possibly have feelings for me?

No, if he did he would have acted on them already, right?

"Edward, my choosing to move home isn't because of you. There's a lot I haven't explained to you and I feel like because you've become such a good friend to me that you deserve to know the whole story." I hesitated and fought back my tears.

He nodded to let me know he was listening.

"I've never told anyone what I'm about to tell you, so please bear with me..." I drew in a deep breath and looked at him. His whole body was rigid and tense and his eyes appeared wet, they were the most beautiful shade of green that I had ever seen. They were like a perfect green forest that you wanted to get lost in so you could explore everything hidden within.

But, I didn't have that luxury...and I didn't want to hear that he didn't feel the same way about me.

"When I lived in Forks I worked as a dispatcher for the local police department where my dad, Charlie, was the Chief of Police. One night when Kendall was almost six months old he was shot and killed while out on a domestic violence call. But..." I paused and realized how badly I was shaking.

"Bella...it's okay...and...and well, I'm sorry to hear about your dad." His voice was soft and full of sympathy.

I waved my hand to indicate to for him to give me a moment while I felt the tears wet my cheeks.

"It wasn't just that he was shot, Edward...he was on the radio with me at the time. I heard it all. The gunshot. The screams. His raspy breathing...his final declarations of love for me and Kendall...and then...then," I couldn't control the sobs as they escaped my throat. "I heard his last breath," my voice barely a whisper through the choked up emotions in my mouth.

"Oh Bella...oh baby." He said and quickly made his way around the table to scoop me up in his arms. He soothed me and held me as he whispered words of comfort. He held me and let me grieve, let me sob into his chest as the emotions of that night flooded my memories. All the pain and helplessness I had felt that night became real and fleshy all over me again.

"This is why you would cry or become emotional?" He questioned as he spoke into my hair.

I could only nod and fist my hands around his shirt.

"It's ok, love. I've got you...just let it all out." He whispered as he sat down and pulled me into his lap.

In the almost five months that I had known him this was the closest, most intimate that we had ever gotten. It just felt right...comforting...perfect to be in his arms, surrounded in him.

It was going to kill me to leave him.

Especially now.

A/n: awwww (whispers) did you hear what he called her? I fucking love that (swoons through my tears)

see ya soon, Kyla