End of Part 65:
Bella's POV:
I looked up as Edward came over and sat beside me.
"Hi." He said.
"Hey," I replied. I decided not to bring up the arguement last night. He seemed to have forgotten it... my thoughts trailed off in horror as I realized what that probably meant.
Edward had forgotten Nessie. Everyone had. Except me.
Part 69:
Bella's POV:
I zoned out, hoping I was wrong, hoping, praying, that he just didn't want to discuss our arguement and my accusation, wishing that he hadn't forgotten. But I knew that he had forgotten, and that I was probably scaring him now.
So I struggled back to the present, fighting my mind's natural reflex to protect itself and deny what I most feared.
As I returned to the present, I blinked rapidly, shaking my head to clear it. The first thing I saw was Edward, kneeling infront of me. His hands held my head gently, stroking my cheeks subconciously with his fingertips.
"Bella?" He whispered, obviously relieved. "Bella, are u okay?"
"You forgot..." I accused in a murmur without actually deciding to.
"Forgot what?" He asked, holding my gaze in his. I stared back for a few seconden before I had to close my eyes.
"You forgot her..." I continued. I sobbed once before I gained control again.
"Forgot who?" He murmured, sounding anxoius again.
I opened my eyes, needing to see his face so he couldn't lie to me. "Renesmee."
He was confused, I saw it in his face. He didn't remember her. he'd forgotten. I gave in to the sorrow, unable to fight it any more. I broke down sobbing; Edward's arms wrapped around me.
I pulled back, and he let me go. I didn't know why I did it. I regretted it instantly, but didn't know how to get back into his arms. All I wanted was to curl up against him, and forget why I was upset. To just luxuriate in the feel of his arms, and know that he hadn't forgotten me. That he still loved me, even though he was scared.
But I couldn't do that. So I just mumbled, "You promised." Then turned away and backed into the corner.
I could feel his gaze as he watched me, but I ignored it.
I was scaring him, and I knew he would be hurting now. Well, he should be.
I was suprised door this conclusion, as the anger washed over me. He'd promised. I shouldn't feel sorry for him! How could he forget his own daughter!? The child I had nearly died for...
I felt sadness again at this thought, then confusion. Why were my emotions flitting about and changing so much?
I broke down sobbing again, and didn't resurface from the depths of depression...
Bella's POV:
I looked up as Edward came over and sat beside me.
"Hi." He said.
"Hey," I replied. I decided not to bring up the arguement last night. He seemed to have forgotten it... my thoughts trailed off in horror as I realized what that probably meant.
Edward had forgotten Nessie. Everyone had. Except me.
Part 69:
Bella's POV:
I zoned out, hoping I was wrong, hoping, praying, that he just didn't want to discuss our arguement and my accusation, wishing that he hadn't forgotten. But I knew that he had forgotten, and that I was probably scaring him now.
So I struggled back to the present, fighting my mind's natural reflex to protect itself and deny what I most feared.
As I returned to the present, I blinked rapidly, shaking my head to clear it. The first thing I saw was Edward, kneeling infront of me. His hands held my head gently, stroking my cheeks subconciously with his fingertips.
"Bella?" He whispered, obviously relieved. "Bella, are u okay?"
"You forgot..." I accused in a murmur without actually deciding to.
"Forgot what?" He asked, holding my gaze in his. I stared back for a few seconden before I had to close my eyes.
"You forgot her..." I continued. I sobbed once before I gained control again.
"Forgot who?" He murmured, sounding anxoius again.
I opened my eyes, needing to see his face so he couldn't lie to me. "Renesmee."
He was confused, I saw it in his face. He didn't remember her. he'd forgotten. I gave in to the sorrow, unable to fight it any more. I broke down sobbing; Edward's arms wrapped around me.
I pulled back, and he let me go. I didn't know why I did it. I regretted it instantly, but didn't know how to get back into his arms. All I wanted was to curl up against him, and forget why I was upset. To just luxuriate in the feel of his arms, and know that he hadn't forgotten me. That he still loved me, even though he was scared.
But I couldn't do that. So I just mumbled, "You promised." Then turned away and backed into the corner.
I could feel his gaze as he watched me, but I ignored it.
I was scaring him, and I knew he would be hurting now. Well, he should be.
I was suprised door this conclusion, as the anger washed over me. He'd promised. I shouldn't feel sorry for him! How could he forget his own daughter!? The child I had nearly died for...
I felt sadness again at this thought, then confusion. Why were my emotions flitting about and changing so much?
I broke down sobbing again, and didn't resurface from the depths of depression...