I was expecting the kind of reaction I used to get when I'd say those kinds of things. But she just looked at me. Speculating. Was she actually thinking about it?! My moyo beat faster as I grabbed at the oportunity.
"I could stay with you." I blurted out, and then thought better of it. "Unless wewe wanted space, then I could find somewhere else. If wewe did not want me crowding you." I was so happy that I might get what I had dreamt of for so long, I was babbling on.
"What would wewe tell Charlie, Bella?" She alisema as though she could not believe I hadn't thought of that already.
I looked down, deflated. No I couldn't give up. Just think, Bella, I told myself. Okay, say this was a normal situation. That was a strech, and it took me a while to wrap, upangaji pamoja my head around it, but when I did finally I got some ideas.
"I tell Charlie we're moving in together, and going to college somewhere really far away."
She looked suprised. Perfect.
"And what do wewe think that would help, Bella?" she did not sound mad. Just patient.
"What would it help? Alice...look at me! Do I look okay? What wouldn't it help?"
She opened her mouth to say something, and then shut it again. We sat there for a moment. Just lookig at each other. My eyes were begging, hers were thinking. Hard.
Her eyes grew wide, and suddenly my eyes weren't the only ones begging.
"Bella..." she alisema after a dakika au two, in a slightly paniced voice. "I don't even know if I could, and there are so many things wewe don't know, and he'd kill me!" she blurted out.
I knew who she was talking about. Try as I may not to. I knew.
"Why...Why would he care? He left, Alice. He alisema he never wanted to see me again. The only thing he asked is that I be safe...How much safer can wewe get?" I argued. She was about to argue back at me, so I went on before she cold start.
"And what if he did care? So what? It's not his decition anymore. wewe could teach me what I don't know. And I believe in you. wewe can do it. Don't wewe think I have the right to make this decition for myself?"
She paused. Her eyes bored into mine.
"Yes." she answered quietly. "You do."
I jumped up. She stood up, too, and we stared at each other again. "Really?" I asked, breathless. Could this be happening? Did I finally just get what I've been wanting for almost a year?...Was it really only a year? It felt like an eternity...
"Will wewe really make me a vampire?" Excitement made my voice a little louder then it should have been. She, "Shh"ed me.
"There is no guarantee that I will be able to, Bella. You're taking a very big risk. And do wewe really think I'd be able to live without you? Especially if I had killed wewe myself?" she was panicing. She was uigizaji so...human.
"Everything will be okay, Alice. Everything will be perfect." I was a lie. And yet it wasn't. If this worked, then I would be able to follow him...be able to follow Edward. There as no pain in thinking his name now. Not when I had hope. Not when I was going to see him again. Soon.
"And the pain?" she asked, breaking me from my daydream. "The mwaka of wewe being a newborn?"
I was confused kwa her use of words. Newborn? I suppose I understood. I would be 'born' in a way. Born to a whole new life. A better life. I smiled. But I made myself focus. "I can handle the pain." It did not sound like a lie, because at the time I alisema it, I thought it was true. Then I remembered the ballet studio. The moto in my vains. I rubbed my wrist where I would always be scarred as if I could feel it again. Her eyes darted to my wrist and narrowed when she looked back at my face. "And wewe would help me, right?" I asked to distract her. "You wouldn't let me do anything." I alisema with confidence. I was winning this arguement. That was a first.
"Your friends?" she asked.
"Like who? Jessica?" I snorted. But then I thought back on it. The only reason why I hadn't thought of him at first was because it felt like another time. A time before Jacob Black was my best friend. It felt like time switched back to the present when I thought of him. I felt painfully guilty. I would miss him so much. But did he even want to talk to me anymore, au had he aliyopewa up? I should let him give me up. It would be a lot easier to let him go if I had something other than him to keep me alive. And now I did have that. So I could. It hurt. But I had felt much worse. I could live through it. And so could he.
Alice must have seen the pain on my face, because she alisema skeptically, "Really?"
But I was sure now. So I answered her in a firm voice. "Yes. I'm sure."