I should've expected it, but nonetheless, his presence startled me.
I couldn't idle by the entrance of Newtons any longer without Mike questioning what I was doing, so I walked forward, eyeing the silver Volvo parked in the lot. The passenger door was wide open.
Had it been enough time? I've gone over everything in my head for the past couple of weeks. Spending time alone, thinking. And I'd come to the same conclusion every time.
My mind felt clearer.
But was I ready to speak with him?
My steps were unsure, and the closer I got to the car, I became a little lightheaded. It was as if my body was aching for him, luring me closer. It felt like I'd been going through withdrawals.
I'm sure it was the same thing he currently felt with the scent of my blood in the air.
I slid into the leather seat, avoiding his eyes, and I shut the passenger door, anxiety clawing up my throat.
"Hello, Bella," Edward murmured beside me.
His mere presence was almost too much to handle. It took everything in me not to lean over, to look into his butterscotch eyes, to feel the coldness of his skin. But I didn't give in, and I stared through the windshield.
"Hi."
"Why do you reek of smoke?"
"Oh, um, I went to a bonfire last night. It must still be in my hair."
"I see. How are you doing?" He leaned slightly closer to me, trying to get me to look at him.
"Good. Why are you here, Edward?"
"There are things we need to talk about. I've given you some time, and I hope you have some answers now."
I swallowed the thick lump in my throat.
"Okay."
"Have you made up your mind?" He asked, faltering.
I leaned further away from him, but his scent overwhelmed me, making it useless.
"Yes."
"Please, tell me. Where do we stand?"
I had to be strong. I had to be honest with myself. I had to rip it off like a bandaid.
"We can't be together anymore," I whispered.
The words left my lips, and they felt foreign and terrifying. Real. Solidified. But underneath all the layers of my artificial desires, I knew it was true.
"You were right all along, I guess. I didn't think anything through."
Edward clicked his tongue. I could feel the agony radiating off of him.
"I knew it was going to come to this. I'm sorry, Bella. I've never wanted this life for you. I've tortured us both for too long."
Surprisingly, his answer only angered me.
"Then, if you knew, why did you pursue me in the first place? You knew I wouldn't be able to resist you, or any vampire for that matter."
"You know this, Bella. I was selfish. I am selfish. Simple as that. I knew better, but I couldn't stay away. I did try to end this, to leave you, and we saw how that turned out."
"Yes." I looked down into my lap, scooting further until the armrest on the door dug into me.
"What's wrong?"
It hurt to even think about it.
"That's something I thought about a lot. You leaving."
"What of it? "
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Golden Hour: A Team Jacob Twilight FanFic
LobisomemA Breaking Dawn rewrite where Bella realizes her relationship with Edward was solely bloodlust, co-dependency, trauma bonding, low self-esteem, and predator/prey physical and mental hypnosis. She runs at the altar, goes through hell with trauma, lea...