Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene | Rosalie Hale

Chapter 10

Rosalie POV

May 10, 2006

It had been two weeks since Y/n and I had our date. We had been spending a lot of time together, getting to know each other. I learned about how her dad had cheated and that's why she and her mom moved to Forks to live with her grandfather. She told me about all of her favorite books—Perks of Being a Wallflower, Little Women, and even Interview With a Vampire. I had read some Anne Rice and I enjoyed it more than Dracula although neither were very accurate. I didn't share any of that with Y/n though. She told me about her favorite movies—Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Dead Poet's Society, Star Wars, and surprisingly Fast and Furious, even though she knew nothing about cars. She said she just liked the action and scenery of California. She told me she had never been to Southern California, just the North. She hasn't traveled much but after college, she wanted to travel the world. She showed me her favorite music; her shelf of CDs was very diverse—rock, pop, R&B, rap, jazz. 

I learned about her life back in Oregon. She was in between friend groups most of the time so I now understand her slight attachment issues to Edward, Alice, and Bella. And even the wolves in La Push. She told me about how Jacob and Seth were childhood friends of hers and Bella's. Of Sam and Emily's house in the middle of the woods where the pack would all hang out. Of how they would all play video games together and Embry had a small crush on Y/n. I was jealous of her bond with the wolves. She didn't know what they were and yet they were still able to be so close. I was jealous that I would never be able to have that with her. 

I didn't share much about my life. I told her about my favorite books, movies, and music the way she did to me, but I didn't tell her about how I grew up. I didn't want to lie to her. She asked about it of course. How Jasper and I felt about being adopted by Carlisle and Esme. If I remembered my real parents. My close friendship with Emmett. If I thought it was a little weird that Alice and Jasper were together. If I cared about all of the rumors about us at school. I answered all of them carefully, trying not to make anything sound too weird but also not too mysterious. I felt bad I couldn't share as much with her as she had shared with me but I knew it was the right thing. I decided that I wasn't going to be the one to tell her about the supernatural that lived right in her backyard. I didn't want her to get involved. Bella had gone through enough this past year, that I couldn't handle Y/n dealing with it also. 

But deep down, I secretly hoped that someone would tell her. Someone I wouldn't mind blaming. Edward, Bella, or the wolves. My pull towards Y/n that I just couldn't let go would be so much easier if she knew. I wanted her to know me. I wanted her to know Emmett. I wanted her to truly know Esme and Carlisle and all they have done for me. I wanted to show her the world. I wanted to fix her car whenever it had a problem. I wanted to be the one that she came to with her problems and with her accomplishments. Anything and everything, I wanted to be her person. But I knew that it was wrong. I knew that that could never happen. I refused to ruin her incredible human life the way Edward did to Bella. I'm just happy that Y/n doesn't go looking for danger the way Bella does.

But for right now, I had one more month with her. One more month to know her like the back of my hand. One more month before I would have to let her go. 

I stared into her eyes as she played her guitar. We were sitting on her bed. I was hugging her childhood teddy bear and inhaling the smell of her room. It had gotten better. I had gotten used to it. I was proud of myself for how quickly I learned to control it compared to Edward. Alice had encouraged Y/n to start decorating even though she wouldn't be here much longer. She had a single Mazzy Star poster hanging on her wall as well as a handcrafted Quiluete dreamcatcher from Leah Clearwater. A pile of books sat on her scratched-up desk along with her laptop, its light blinking faintly in the corner of my eye. She had a couple of pictures pinned in her mirror on her dresser. Her, Bella, and Alice. Her, Bella, and the wolves. Her as a toddler with her mom, dad, and grandparents in front of La Push Beach. And one of her and me. She was hugging me from behind and leaning her head on my shoulder as I read a book. Bella took the picture with her birthday camera without my permission but Y/n appreciated it and asked to keep it. Jewelry and shirts were strewn across the top of the dresser. The window was slightly open letting in the cool air from outside. Y/n's room had become one of my favorite places.