She scoffed, the sound like a knife.
"So, what, you're going to lurk around to make sure I can't off myself?"
I could feel the tears behind my eyes; hot, stinging, taunting. Counterfeit.
What did they matter when they were naught but a simulated illusion, no more real to her than pixie dust or unicorns.
I could see it, obvious in the planes of her face: I wasn't real, not right now. Her dreams were always so vivid.
"No, Bella. God. I only meant.." I blew out a hard breath, tearing my fingers through my hair, frustrated.