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“Maybe,” she alisema after a sekunde of thought. “If wewe tell me.”
I tried to decide the best way to describe what I was doing. I didn’t really want to give her too many details.
“I was...” I weighed the word before I spoke it. “Hunting.” The word seemed appropriate.
I hoped she would leave it at that, but at the same time I knew she wouldn’t.
“Is that the best wewe can do?” she demanded critically. “That definitely doesn’t prove I’m awake.”
She was so absurd.
I hesitated before speaking slowly, choosing each word with care. How to word it just right...
“I wasn’t hunting for food... I was actually trying my hand at...tracking.” I said, watching the reaction on her face. “I’m not very good at it.” I finished, still watching her expression as it changed quickly to fascination with a burning curiosity visible in her eyes. She was still the same, insatiably curious about anything she didn’t know, any unsolved mystery.
“What were wewe tracking?” she asked, intrigued.
I didn’t want to deny her the answer, but I would rather leave her ignorant about some things. Victoria was one of them.
“Nothing of consequence.” I tried to seem light and casual, but my mask slipped, she must have seen how uncomfortable I was.
“I don’t understand.” She alisema quietly, gazing up at me. Her chokoleti brown eyes melted and my resolve melted with them. I hesitated, torn.
“I—” I took a deep, unnecessary breath to calm myself. I didn’t want to be having this conversation now, it would do nothing but shorten our time together. But I needed her to know.
“I owe wewe an apology.” I began but it wasn’t enough. “No, of course I owe wewe much, much zaidi than that. But wewe have to know,” the words started moving faster with my agitation and I had to work to keep slow enough for her to understand. “that I had no idea. I didn’t realize the mess I was leaving behind. I thought it was salama for wewe here. So safe. I had no idea that Victoria-” the anger overflowed my carefully laid barrier and my lips curled back over my teeth. “would come back. I’ll admit, when I saw her that one time, I was paying much zaidi attention to James’s thoughts. But I just didn’t see that she had this kind of response in her. That she even had such a tie to him. I think I realise why now—she was so sure of him, the thought of him failing never occurred to her. It was her overconfidence that clouded her feelings about him—that kept me from seeing the depth of them, the bond there.” I stopped for less than a second, unnoticeable to Bella. Even though I had thought this all through before she woke, exactly what I was going to say, it was still hard.
“Not that there’s any excuse for what I left wewe to face. When I heard what wewe told Alice—what she saw herself—when I realized that wewe had put your life in the hands of werewolves, immature, volatile, the worst thing out there besides Victoria herself-- ” I shuddered at this sentence. Werewolves. I was surprised she hadn’t been seriously hurt. “Please know that I had no idea of any of this. I feel sick, sick to my core, even now, when I can see and feel wewe salama in my arms.” Even when I could feel the heat from her body, and smell her luscious scent. “I am the most miserable excuse for--”
“Stop.” She interrupted me. She looked like she was struggling with some internal dilemma. Was this the part where she would tell me she had moved on?
I watched as her face became blank, the emotion wiped clean. She couldn’t disguise her eyes as well.
“Edward.” She started. I knew that as soon as she confirmed she had moved on, my chest would open up again, worse than before. Even though I was dreading her inayofuata words, hearing her say my name, still brought me pleasure. The way her lips moved when she spoke it...
“This has to stop now.” She said, seriously. Pain rippled through me, but I held onto my composure.
“You can’t think about things that way. wewe can’t let this... this guilt--” she paused again. My mind got stuck. That wasn’t what I had been expecting. She thought I was only guilty?
“-rule your life. wewe can’t take responsibility for things that happen to me here. None of it is your fault, it’s just how life is for me. So, If I trip in front of a bus au whatever inayofuata time, wewe have to realize that it’s not your job to take the blame. wewe can’t just go running off to Italy because wewe feel bad that wewe didn’t save me.” Her words became quicker in her agitation. “Even if I had jumped off that cliff to die, that would have been my choice, and not your fault. I know it’s your...” she struggled for a word. “... your nature to shoulder the blame for everything, but wewe really can’t let that make wewe go to such extremes.” Her was rising slowly, but she wasn’t finished. “It’s very irresponsible.” She added. “Think of Esme and Carlisle and—” she stopped to take a deep breath, and I managed to get my brain moving again. She hadn’t moved on. This thought filled me with relief and happiness. She still loved me. It was so hard to believe. But she still thought I didn’t upendo her. She thought I only felt guilty. She didn’t know, didn’t realize, that I could never not upendo her. It was impossible.
She didn’t think I loved her. How could she even think that?
“Isabella Marie Swan.” I whispered, unable to keep the anger off my face. “Do wewe believe that I asked the Volturi to kill me because I felt guilty?”
Incomprehension flittered across her face. “Didn’t you?” She asked in a small voice.
“Feel guilty?” What a silly question. “Intensely so. zaidi than wewe can comprehend.”
“Then... What are wewe saying?” confusion crossed her features. “I don’t understand.” She admitted.
Of course she didn’t understand. If she didn’t know I loved her, how could she possibly comprehend what I was saying?
“Bella,” I spoke her name with adoration. “I went to the Volturi because I thought wewe were dead,” I spoke softly, but still burning with passion. “Even if I’d had no hand in your death--” I shuddered, unable to say the last word with same volume as before. “even if it wasn’t my fault, I would have gone to Italy. Obviously, I should have been zaidi careful—I should have spoken to Alice directly, rather than accepting it sekunde hand from Rosalie. But, really, what was I supposed to think when the boy alisema Charlie was at the funeral? What are the odds? The odds...” my voice trailed off. The odds. It was almost like the world was against us. “The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I’ll never criticise Romeo again.” I spoke quietly, unsure if I actually wanted her to hear me.
“But I still don’t understand,” she alisema whispering. “That’s my whole point. So what?”
Her words shocked me. Had I heard correctly?
“Excuse me?” I demanded.
“So what if I was dead?” she demanded back.
I stared at her, incredulous. How can she not realize I loved her?
“Don’t wewe remember anything I told wewe before?”
“I remember everything that wewe told me.” She claimed, completely confident.



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