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
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