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Called Beautiful

Summary:
They cannot change- but she can. Will that alter her frozen perfection? What does it matter if she's called beautiful? Rosalie/Bella. One-sided. One-shot.


Notes:
NOT MY IDEA. Blame Abby, not me. It was a challenge. And I don't own the characters, I just force them to fall in love with each other.


1. Rosalie

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They call her beautiful, and I want to laugh when they do. Beautiful, ha! She is nothing like beauty. I am beautiful. And I know it.

Bella, they call her. Beautiful.

In no way does the name suit her. She’s small, insecure, plain. Not like me. I am a goddess, and I know it. I am proud of my beauty, though it’s brought so much pain. It makes me unique. Special.

She isn’t special. She isn’t beautiful.

And I love her for it.

I’m not sure why. I’ve tried very hard to deny it… it makes no sense. I love Emmett. And though the way I feel about her is different, it is the same emotion.

In some ways. In others…

Emmett is safety. Emmett is solidity. Emmett is strength. Emmett is forever.

It’s what’s meant to be. It is unchangeable and unchanging, and that’s what I’m supposed to want.

But when you look at Bella…

I don’t change. We don’t change. It’s the way our kind is. Eternity never shifts. But every moment she is different. From that blush which colors her face to the uncertainty of so simple an action as walking, Bella is constantly on the edge. One instant she is happy, the next sad. One minute she loves Edward…

No. I can’t think that way, hope she’ll return my affection, because I don’t want her to. I don’t have any.

I almost laugh at the pitiful lie to myself. I am utterly fascinated with this interloping human, this stranger who invades my happy family to steal my brother and… my dead heart.

It’s hard to admit to myself. Very hard. I don’t want to think I am alterable, that what I’ve felt for Emmett all this time… the strongest thing I’ve ever felt… can disappear so quickly.

Not that it’s gone. I still feel on fire when he’s near. I still love him. I just don’t… want him the way I want her. I need him like I always did, but I don’t want him anymore, not like I used to.

It’s miserable. I have gained nothing in this, only lost my content. I am the same as before, only not so happy.

I hate her for it. She’s taken away my brother, my stability, and not only that, she wants the change. So she can spend all of eternity taunting me with what I’ll never have.

They call her beautiful- but I, too, am called beautiful. I think I deserve the title.

What good has it ever done me?

Beautiful shattered my first happy life. Now it has broken my second chance into sorrowing splinters as well. Beautiful… the name of my own personal curse. Beautiful, all shine and no substance. Beautiful, pleasant to look at, poison within.

I am beautiful. She is named Beautiful.

We would be a good match, don’t you think? Two pieces of one puzzle, two proverbial peas in a metaphorical pod.

No. I am happy the way I am. I love Emmett. He is my happy ending, and Bella is nothing more than a complication.

Call Beauty all you like. I will not answer to that name any more. She can provoke no response from me.

I am set the way I am. Beautiful, you will not make me change.