"Please. Be serious." She said.
Her words made my forehead crease, brows knit.
As much as I wanted to burn her face into my every last neuron, I had the decency to look away.
"I already lied to you once, Bella, the darkest kind of blasphemy. I am being exceptionally serious."
"You say that like you're going to stick around."
Her voice was frail, brittle and dark, and spoke to every dark phobia I possessed.
"Bella, you tried to kill yourself, even recreationally." Alice's explanation clanged in my head, gong-like. "I will never let that happen again."