Bella's Second Chance
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7. Chapter 7
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"Shhh" Edward whispers calmly.
I sob in response. I pull him closer. I take in his scent again. It calms me ever so slightly. Tears stop coming. I am almost asleep. I stop crying and try to stand up. I wobble from not having walked or stood in hours. Edward follows. He holds on to my waist.
"Edward" I say turning to him. He looks at me with sad eyes. He sees my pain and feels it too. "I'm so sorry. Everything‘s been ruined."
I look down to my feet with sadness Today was ruined. First Jacob, then...dad. We were supposed to be on a plane. We were supposed to be happy. We weren't supposed to be crying for hours.
He pulls up my face so it's inches from his. His face is no longer sad. It's angry.
"Bella," He says, his voice hard. It makes me wince. "If you think that something like this ruined today, then I'm not sure we belong together."
I looked at him stunned.
"Nothing, nothing, could ruin the day that I got married to you." He looks at me with intense eyes. He gently kisses me. We turn and start walking again.
"Edward," I whisper, "Thank you....For everything."
His hand slides down to mine. He gently kisses it with is cold lips.
"Are you OK?" She says. Her voice is worried.
"I'm fine" I resist the urge to add, ‘now that you're here.'
"Are you sure, you looked like you hit your head." she lightly touches my forehead. I wince. "I thought so" She says.
"I'm, Jacob." I blurt out. I blush at my forwardness.
"Yeah, I know." She says, smiling. "I was at the wedding." I blush deeper.
"Don't worry, I understand." She says, looking at me with intense green eyes. "You are in love."
"Was." I correct before I can stop my self. "I was in love."
"Oh really?" She says with on eyebrow up. She gives me a suspicious look. I can't look away from her beautiful face.
"I'm Julia by the way. I‘m Bella‘s cousin." She sticks out her delicate hand. I take it and stand up. I smile at her. She smiles back.
She leads me to the medical truck. She has them look at my head, despite my rejections. Once they're done confirming that I'm OK, she turns and starts walking away.
I watch her. Her long slightly red , chestnutty hair is waving in the wind. I can't see her gorgeous green eyes, or her cute pink cheeks. She's some what short and petite, she's gorgeous. She turns and looks at me still standing there.
"You coming?" She yells back to me.
We walk out to the foyer in our normal clothes. We find that everyone else is still here.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"We wanted to see if you were OK" Alice answers.
"I'm fine." I choke out.
"She's not" Edward answers. "She just needs some time." He leads all of us out to the parking lot. We come to the silver Volvo, and next to it the Mercedes.
The Mercedes pulls out and leaves ahead of us. I wait for Edward to pull out after them, but he doesn't. I look at him. He's staring at me.
"Are you sure your OK?" He asks. "Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"Is he there?" I honestly don't want to see his dead body. I don't want to remember him as the cold dead body. I want to remember his laugh and his smile. I want to remember Charlie, not his body.
"Well...no, he wouldn‘t be...but we need to plan the ...the funeral." He looks at the steering wheel instead of at me. I can tell he's hurt too.
I look at my lap and suddenly tears start coming again.
"Edward" I manage to say, "I don't think I can... I'm not sure I could handle doing that. It would only hurt me more."
"I understand, Bella, I do. But are we just not going to have funeral then?"
I honestly don't know the answer. I mean on one hand it's the right thing to do. He deserves to be remembered. People deserve the right to come and say Good bye.
On the other hand, I'm not sure I could do it. I don't think I would be able to say goodbye. I think it would hurt more than help.
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