𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 // 𝐉. 𝐇

Chapter 13: A flight cancelled (part 2)

Phosphenes (n): the colour or 'stars' you see when you rub your eyes

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Arriving home after seeing the Cullen's for one last time, Ophelia set out to the back yard to process everything that happened so far. Her sister got married, she thinks she might have a crush on Jasper, being with her family again. Observing the sun set in front of her. It was the little things in life that mattered the most

Ophelia did feel a little sad about leaving but enjoyed her time here in Forks. Hugging Jasper was her most excited thing today. She never wanted to let go of him. It felt so right and perhaps scared her a little. She wondered if he felt the same. But what was the point? she would see him in months, years from now. Alice and Émile were soulmates, she thinks so.

Her car and Émile's were already shipped back. They leave tomorrow morning. Isabella had texted back saying that they were doing great. With a sigh, she went inside. She actually refused to eat during the day and her stomach growled like a beast, quite loud...she ended up making a grilled tuna sandwich. 4 slices, that too. Émile watched her in the kitchen, she didn't notice him notice there. He was still concerned about her, her appearance changed and he's sure the Cullen's saw it too but did not say anything.

He told Carlisle about her legs and the redness on them as well as the swelling (to put it in better words). Carlisle said that he will take quick look and he did, indirectly. She walked stiffly and slowly. He saw the redness too. He suspected arthritis...considering the symptoms.

"Hey Li", Émile sat down. She smiled at him and swallowed her food before answering, "Hey Em", she ruffled his hair.

They sat comfortable silence. "Did you feed?", she asked.

"Oui". Ophelia felt something wrong with Émile. He wasn't his usual self.

"Em, you okay?", she put her dish in the sink and sat next to him.

It took him a while to answer.

"I'm worried about you mon chérie", he looked up at her with a saddened expression.

Ophelia frowned, "Why? I'm perfectly fine Em". I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me, she thought. He shook his head, "Non, you're not okay Li. It's troubling you, isn't it?". Émile could see right through her. He wanted to slap himself for pointing it out in the first place. She didn't want to eat not even what Esme cooked. She had serious issue with self image and he made it worse.

Her heart pained at being reminded of the leg thing she faced. It did, it really did and she hated it. All she wanted to do is curl up in a corner and hide from everyone.

"It is...but like you said, it's just muscle not fat", she didn't want him to feel bad for telling her. She didn't blame him though, if she saw it first, she would have probably cried on spot.

"I have this feeling. Quelque chose ñ'est pas juste", he says uneasily. Usually Émile was unsure of most things but this time, he was positive something was wrong. Ophelia reasured him.

"Hey, hey look at me. I'm okay, okay?"

"Just s'il vous plait if anything is wrong-"

"I'll make sure to tell you first, i know"

She held out her pinky finger and waited for Emile to connect his. He chuckled and they pinkie promised. Ophelia kissed his head and told him she is going to bed.