His | Mine | Ours

Chapter 110

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Rosalie's POV

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I sit in the lobby, staring at the floor.

I hold my hands, partially for comfort. Its mostly to keep myself from breaking the handles if the chair.

Emmett ran off to hunt.

The brokenness in his eyes as he carried her to the hospital was heart-wrenching.

I bury my face in my hands, pulling my hair.

That memory plays in my head over and over again.

The way her face fell when she saw us.

The anguish in her eyes.

The smell of fear that wafted from her body as it were her personal perfume.

She shattered before our eyes....

And we could see every detail of it.

I let out a dry sob, anxiety building in my chest.

She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it.

And when we touched her, it terrified her.

I watched her sit on the ground in fear and trembling.

I could tell from her rapid heartbeat and short breaths that she was having a panic attack.

And when I went to help....

I cover my mouth, not wanting to cry aloud.

She was so frightened.

The way she cried and screamed, it was if someone was torching her.

In her eyes, we weren't her Emmett and Rosalie....

We were the worst monsters.

From her reaction, I see that she is appalled by us.

I watched her cry until she faints in my arm.

I could only stand there, frozen in place.

Emmett came and took her from my arms, walking away solemnly.

I don't know how long I stood there in that field, lifeless and alone.

I walked here, struggling with the turbulent thoughts and emotions within myself.

When I came in, I didn't even go to see her.

I just sat in the lobby and have been here since.

I'm worried about her, but I'm also scared shitless.

I'm scared that if she wakes up and sees me, she'll scream again.

I'm afraid that she'll have another panic attack.

I'm frightened to look her in the eyes and see the monster I see.

I'm too stricken with fear to see her.

"Rosalie." I feel a warm hand my shoulder.

I look up to see Esme standing in front of me.

She looks down at me with a sad smile.

"Come here." She pulls me into her body, wrapping her arms around me.

I melt into her motherly embrace, crying into her shirt.

"She hates us, Esme." I sob.

"Shhh..." she rubs her fingers through my hair. "I know it may seem like it. But deep down inside her, she loves you and Emmett."