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“Can you at least tell me the temperature? Is it like hot out there, tropical? I mean, it's autumn… How far is it? How much time will we take to get there? How…”“Bella,” Edward cut in.I averted my eyes from my to do list and looked at him. Calm, relaxed, enjoying a nice cup of coffee like there was no such thing happening. “I need to program myself according to our needs. I need to know what to take, what to make, how, when… and for that I need to know where we're going...” I said, pleading with my eyes when I couldn't find no other way to take it out of him. I'd been doing that since yesterday, but nothing — nothing but that clueless face of his, and that smile I wish I could wipe from it. It was worthless. The secret was locked in seven keys, deep inside his software, protected by an infinite firewall, and a fence full of spikes. “Please, sir…”“Excuse me?” he jolted, dropping his coffee on the table dramatically, and eyeing me like I just committed the worst crime of human his
“Was that for me to hear?” He teased me, as if it wasn't enough the heat on my cheeks. “Cause I didn't get a thing.”“Don't you even try, si…” I trailed off. “You… just don't.” I crossed my arms, turned away, wishing the earth to swallow me whole.How… how can a sane person just do that?! I mean… why?Why would he do that?“Why are you…” I was going to ask, when I heard. Low, distant, but familiar. “Did you hear that?” “What… I don't…”“Quiet,” I closed my eyes, and listened carefully. Beyond the noisy crowd, the laughter, the tiny running steps of the children, and the music playing in the background, I heard a cry, not anyone's, I cry I've heard before, and know pretty well. “Sarah,”Without thinking, I rushed towards the yard where we left her to play with her friends. There she was, crying her eyes out, encircled by what I thought were her friends. “Sarah,” I called out, the second I got there. “What is it, sweet?” Her eyes went to me, swollen, tears cascading down her cheeks as
Edward's pov“Bella,” I called out the moment I realised she was not on my side. My feet halted as my eyes roamed around, looking for her — until I found her, a few deets back. Glued to the floor, with her hands pressing hard on her ears. Eyes on the floor. Glitching — blinking as if she was in the middle of a shooting.I rushed toward her, “Bella,” but she wouldn't raise her eyes. My hands flew to her shoulders. She was cold. Quivering hard enough to repel my touch. “Bella, are you sick?” She was okay this morning. Right? Then what was that? “Bella, look at me.” She shook her head. Closing her eyes tight. Her breathing getting worse in each passing second.“I need to go,” she whispered. But before she could move I wrapped my arms around her. Tight. Out of dread, or maybe panic. What else could I do?“Breathe,” I said. Her hands reached for my suit, gripping it. Pulling me closer then the word itself. “Breathe,” She buried her face in my chest. Breathing in. Breathing out. Rapid, but
Bella's pov It's today. Weekend. Saturday. Forty seven minutes past nine and, eight, nine, ten, eleven… Seconds passing. Time. They are waiting for me downstairs, but my body refuses to move. “She told him…” She told him I was to pretend to be her mother… Till that point everything was okay. The problem is that being her mother implies one specific thing… “Being his wife.” I whispered to the silence. Closed my eyes tight, but nothing would smooth the thought. With all the strength of my body, I walked once again to my dresser, to glance at that girl in the mirror. She was wearing that beautiful pinkish dress her supposed husband gave to her not too long ago. For the first time in a while she decided to wear high heels, to give her face a little more care — to highlight her eyes behind her glasses lenses… To let her curls free. “Pretty.” I nodded in accordance. Using all my brain capabilities to ignore my racing heart, and sweaty hands. “It's today or never.” I said to myself, wa
Bella's pov “But I'm taking you with me.” He said, but my mind refused to process. “What?!” “You're coming.” he replied, as casually as if he was asking me to grab his keys, make breakfast… even climbing a mountain seems to be easier. “I…” “Nop.” He cut me off. “But…” “Bella,” He shook his head. His beep ocean blue eyes fixed on me. “It was not a question,” “But, I can't, I…” a heavy sigh left my lungs, “you saw what happened today… I,” The words got stuck in my throat as the memories flashed in my mind, still fresh, vivid. How… weak. How vulnerable I was. “I couldn't even…” My eyes went down. I couldn't do anything. Like always. Like on my wedding day. In that interview — I couldn't do anything more than cry and mourn. “If you hadn't got there in time I… I can't even imagine.” He rose from his desk, taking firm steps towards me. Soon, his hands found their way to mine, sharing the same warmth that saved me not too long ago. When he said those words. Mine. “But, I got the
Bella's pov “I promised,” he said before holding my hands in his and placing a tender kiss on my bruised wrists. I might be hallucinating. It probably has something to do with the headache. Or maybe the everything-ache. But that kiss. Those words made… they made all the pain vanish away. “I promise… He will pay for what he did.” My heart started drumming wild. Heat. I felt heat taking over my face. “I… I need to…” hide somewhere. I couldn't say, as in the next second the door opened, and no one other than Sarah stormed in. That moment… that moment she hugged me — That was the true sensation of almost death. My back ached. My arms… I swear — I swear I heard someone crack. Somewhere in between my neck and everything else. “Humm, baby.” I said, trying to hide it, but I bet I couldn't. “You're awake. Papa said you were tired.” She said, freeing me from her death grip. I blinked in confusion. I'm what? My eyes went to Edward for answers. But turned away in the same instant. “How dar