Emmett's P.O.V.
"Rosalie!" I felt the large grin I had tried to suppress spread across my face as soon as I saw her angelic face. "Finally," I laughed.
She looked at me – no – glared at me, frozen to the spot, before closing her eyes and breathing in and out as slowly and as deeply as she could.
Edward tensed next to her and I could feel the confusion etching my features. Without a second thought, or glance at the statue Edward had now become, I went to walk over to the blonde goddess who was now shivering slightly.
"Rose?" I went to put my hands on her shoulder, but she hit them away.
"Don't," Edward whispered.
I could feel my eyebrows pulling in together as a frown started to form on my face.
"Rose?"
"Don't," she growled.
I went to talk but she pushed me out of the way, sprinting out of the door and into the forest that surrounded our home.
"What did I do?"
Edward walked up to me, shaking his head and clapping my shoulder.
"It's not you," he assured.
"Are you sure? Because it's happened quite a lot recently," I sighed, running my hand through my curly hair.
He squeezed my shoulder in support. "I'm sure."
There was an awkward silence between us for a moment, until I broke the tension.
"Edward, I'm going after her."
He shot me an incredulous look, dropping his hand from my shoulder, before walking over to the window.
"I think she wants to be alone," he began.
"I know, Edward," I replied. "I just...it's hard to explain. It's a feeling of not wanting, but having to go after her."
He turned around slowly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You love her."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"Edward..."
"Emmett, you love her." I watched his small smile turn into a full blown grin as I stood frozen on the spot.
"I...love...her," I whispered, letting it sink in. "I love her."
And I did. I loved her. This angel who had saved me from death, who had saved me even though she didn't have too, didn't realise I loved her.
Or did she?
Does she shy away from me because she doesn't feel the same? Am I that obvious, even without realising my loved for her, am I that obvious?
"Emmett, go after her," Edward chuckled.
"You said-
"I know I did, but I'm not going to keep you away from her." I started at him, my mouth was agape. "Do what you heart tells you to do."
He clapped me on the shoulder once more before leaving me alone in the living room, staring out into the forest through the window.
I couldn't explain the attraction. It was as if I was a magnet and Rosalie was my other half. The whole world was unclear without her and this feeling scared me. It was too powerful and I didn't know the ways in which it would destroy me if she said no.
I ignored my fears, flying out of the back door and into the garden as I followed her scent like a dog on the hunt.
The forest was a blur of shades of greens around me as I ran full speed after her. Her scent was almost floral, like Roses and Violets. I didn't know why... but it smelt like chocolate would to a human. It matched her beauty perfectly. The best scent for the most beautiful person.
