ambrosia papageorgiou, a once wonderfully talented and vibrant young girl whose life was turned upside down after getting diagnosed with leukemia.
after moving to forks, washington with her mother, abandoning her long time friends, she gets introduc...
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|AMBROSIA SOBBED INTO HER SWEATER, on her porch's step. She had already seen that her mother wasn't home, as her car wasn't parked in their driveway. Her gaze lingered on Charlie's house, watching as a a grey car pulled up. She quickly noticed her mother's car there as well. Her gaze was interrupted by a slamming car door. Bella's face held anger, while her eyes were soft, and genuine. She shouted, pointing her anger to Edward, who tried chasing after her into her home, only to have a door swung in his face.
He tried reasoning with her, but failed miserably. The girl watched on in confusion, sniffling, as she wiped her nose. It shocked her to see Edward launching himself upwards, and into the Swan's room. Man was he ever persistent. See watched through the lower window, seeing Charlie get up from his spot on the couch. He looked to have been sleeping.. wait. She spotted her mother's golden brown hair twirl around.
"Aw.. they were cuddling." She gushed, before remembering the fact at hand. She could see Edward shoving things into Bella's bag. Wait, what? She assumed he jumped up there to apologize for whatever he had done. Maybe it was because of James? The tracker?
In a quick second, they were both gathering things and throwing them into a bag. She could see their lips moving, fast, frantically even. She looked distressed, sad, perhaps. She watched as Bella disappeared downstairs, and she met eyes with Edward who had jumped back out. His eyes scanned over her sad appearance. Red, puffy eyes, stuffed nose, and those little tears of hers rolling down her face. His face softened, and he could read her thoughts, the sad ones atleast. He could see what Emmett had said, and he knew his brother didn't mean it, because he talked about her consistently.
Every time the boy came home, he'd blab on about the amazing girl, telling the stories that Ambrosia told him. The family found it funny, but quite annoying as they already knew, from when she told them, which was the exact same time she told Emmett. It was like he was so fascinated by her life, he repeated every word. He was like a lap dog, that followed you around and adored you. He looked for a few more seconds, only to get into Bella's truck, without a word.
Ambrosia now had a visual, from the front door's window. She saw Bella looking out towards her truck, biting her lip. Her face was sad, and her eyes were even sadder. She could see Charlie and her mother, Pamela watching the brunette. Her lips moved, and she saw her mother's gasp, and could practically hear the noise. Charlie stood still, frozen in his spot, although his face showed no emotion, Ambrosia could tell whatever the girl said was bad. Bella exited the house, the door shutting roughly behind her, as she entered the truck. Charlie and Pamela watched as she drove off, Ambrosia raising an eyebrow.
"So the Cullen's are taking her away." She figured out, as the headlights of her car faded away, similar to Emmett's. Pamela threw herself onto Charlie, embracing him in a hug that he so desperately needed. He hugged back, his face leaning into the nook of the woman's neck, his eyes becoming wet.
