𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | ❝You want to eat everyone you see and I don't want to eat at all. Sounds to me like we'd be great friends.❞
In which an anorexic girl believed losing was the only way to win the game. Or, alternatively, Rory Swan's road to re...
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LORELAI WASN'T REALLY OPEN. She kept to herself as much as she could, which was ironic, considering all of her baggage was on constant display for the world, bones and all. But she didn't like to talk about her true feelings, the ones that made her vulnerable and small. Small in a bad way. Small in a weak way. She liked the wall she had around herself. She let a few people in, but it always took them all so long to really get her. All of them but Jasper, at least. The only one who really knew Lorelai best.
Funnily enough, Lorelai quickly learned that she never spoke to Bella about her relationship with the Cullens. To Lorelai, they were a second family. Carlisle was her idol. Meanwhile, Lorelai wasn't sure how much Bella was affected by their sudden... move. But it didn't take her long to figure it out on her own.
A key difference between Lorelai and Bella was that the former knew how to detach her emotions when necessary. She didn't always do it, but she did when she wanted to. With the disappearance of the Cullens, Lorelai knew she had to turn off her emotions. If not for her own sake, then for Bella's. Lorelai wanted to be there for Bella.
She didn't know it then, but being strong for Bella was going to be much harder than she realized.
"Bella? It's me," Lorelai had called one afternoon. She stood on the opposing side of her sister's bedroom door, her fist delicately knocking on it. "Can I come in?"
"No," Bella faintly called. Rolling her eyes, Lorelai turned the cold doorknob and entered her room where Bella had been sitting on a small chair in front of her windows. She scoffed loudly when she heard the door open and close. "Seriously? God, it's like I can't get any fucking privacy in this stupid house."
Lorelai raised an eyebrow. "I'm your big sister. Privacy isn't in my vocabulary, unfortunately for you—"
"What do you want?"
Lorelai walked over, sitting on the edge of her sister's unmade bed. "Alright, lose the 'tude," she stated. "I get it. You're upset because your immortal vampire boyfriend left town because he didn't want to kill you. What an asshole. But don't take your teen angst out on me, okay?"
Bella shook her head. "Can't you see that I want to be alone? I always let you be depressed when you want to. Just do this for me, okay?"
"I don't want you to end up like me, B," Lorelai gently confessed. "We never talked about it, but I know what Edward meant to you. I know you loved the Cullens as much as I did, really. But they're gone now. And they're going to keep living whatever pretend lives they have in whatever backwater state they end up in. But, you and I? We have real lives to live. Sorry, buttercup, someone's gonna be up your ass to keep living your life, then it's gonna be me. Whether you like it or not."
