𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕
(the cursed witch, act two)
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Nina asked Edward, leaning against his side on their bed in his room.
"Hmm?"
His fingers trailed up and down the skin of her arm. It was a little past 7am and Nina had woken up only an hour or so before.
She had started living in the Cullen house not long after they moved back into town. Esme had offered, or more so insisted, after seeing Nina talking with a real estate agent about selling her home.
It had been two weeks since then.
"What did you do while you were away? Alice said you were in South America for a bit."
"It's not all that interesting," He shook his head. "I didn't have girls lining up for me like you had thought."
"Alice told you about that?" Nina grimaced.
"She didn't have to. Her mind is very open." She gave him a look that made him sigh. "I was... hunting."
"Really?" Nina asked him, rolling her eyes. "You do that every day."
He hesitated, and then spoke slowly, choosing his words with care. "I wasn't hunting for food... I was actually trying my hand at... tracking. I'm not very good at it."
"What were you tracking?" Nina asked, intrigued.
"Nothing of consequence." His words didn't match his expression; he looked upset, uncomfortable.
"I don't understand."
He hesitated; his face, shining with an odd green cast from the light of the clock, was torn.
"I—" He took a deep breath. "I owe you an apology. No, of course I owe you much, much more than that. But you have to know,"—the words began to flow so fast, the way she remembered he spoke sometimes when he was agitated, though now she noticed she didn't have to try so hard to catch them all—"that I had no idea. I didn't realize the mess I was leaving behind. I thought it was safe for you here. So safe. I had no idea that Victoria,"—his lips curled back when he said the name—"would come back. I'll admit, when I saw her that one time, I was paying much more attention to James's thoughts. But I just didn't see that she had this kind of response in her. That she even had such a tie to him. I think I realize why now—she was so sure of him, the thought of him failing never occurred to her. It was her overconfidence that clouded her feelings about him—that kept me from seeing the depth of them, the bond there."
"Not that there's any excuse for what I left you to face. When Rose called me and told me what happened to you, what Alice saw herself,"—he shuddered and the gush of words halted for a short second. "Please know that I had no idea of any of this. I feel sick, sick to my core, even now, when I can see and feel you safe in my arms. I am the most miserable excuse for—"
