Don't hurt him as badly as she had hurt Stefan. "But I still hurt you," she said. A question, a statement. He could answer if he wanted. Though, she knew the answer even if he remained silent. Yes.
He said he didn't mind the pain, but who wanted to live their life every day being tortured by something they could very easily leave? Bella couldn't imagine going every day feeling as if she were breathing in fire and smoke, scorching her throat. How strong he was, to have been doing it for months and months. And yet, she still thought on the fact she was hurting him period. Her shadow had been correct; all she did was cause him pain.
"If you're going to say that, then I'm going to take credit for all of your past injuries, too," Bella told Edward, feeling her heart lurch as he moved her hand away. Was he that angry at her? "For when you were burned. For your family being targeted by the Volturi. For James and Victoria disrupting your happiness. For hurting you on a daily basis because of my selfishness."
But she wouldn't change that. Never.
Her eyes prickled with unshed tears as she looked down at her hand - the ring was gone. Again. Lovely.
Bella moved carefully, not wanting to attract the attention of a soldier, standing up so she could move to the side of Edward now, limping those few feet away. "Sit back down or they'll really tear us apart. For good this time, I think. They ... don't look like they'll be messed with. Especially with these stupid outfits and this ... horrible hat," she let out a choked laugh, trying to force herself not to cry from the mixture of emotions that were currently flooding her brain. Sadness. Anger. Worry. Fear. Nothing good amidst the waves.
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He said he didn't mind the pain, but who wanted to live their life every day being tortured by something they could very easily leave? Bella couldn't imagine going every day feeling as if she were breathing in fire and smoke, scorching her throat. How strong he was, to have been doing it for months and months. And yet, she still thought on the fact she was hurting him period. Her shadow had been correct; all she did was cause him pain.
"If you're going to say that, then I'm going to take credit for all of your past injuries, too," Bella told Edward, feeling her heart lurch as he moved her hand away. Was he that angry at her? "For when you were burned. For your family being targeted by the Volturi. For James and Victoria disrupting your happiness. For hurting you on a daily basis because of my selfishness."
But she wouldn't change that. Never.
Her eyes prickled with unshed tears as she looked down at her hand - the ring was gone. Again. Lovely.
Bella moved carefully, not wanting to attract the attention of a soldier, standing up so she could move to the side of Edward now, limping those few feet away. "Sit back down or they'll really tear us apart. For good this time, I think. They ... don't look like they'll be messed with. Especially with these stupid outfits and this ... horrible hat," she let out a choked laugh, trying to force herself not to cry from the mixture of emotions that were currently flooding her brain. Sadness. Anger. Worry. Fear. Nothing good amidst the waves.