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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓
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"What did you see?"
"I'm not sure" Alice replied, "do you know anyone called Bella?"
"Bella?"
"Yeah.... Bella Swan"
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Once the Cullens move to Forks they assume that...
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ROSALIE HAD BEEN STOOD leant over the balcony when Este had found her. Perfectly golden hair falling in rivers down her back as she looked out at the sky. Bella was gone, her hand now bandaged tight but the bruised knuckles still playing on Este's memory.
She didn't know what had happened when Bella spoke to Rose but what she did know was that Rose was looking wistfully towards the stars as though hoping that she could become one of them.
Este stepped forwards and rested her forearms against the balcony. Her hair fell over her vision slightly as she tucked a strand to rest behind her ear so she could turn and stare at her daughter in the moonlight. Rosalie didn't acknowledge her presence at first, she just continued to watch the sky turn from a dark velvet blue into an ebony masked with the chiffon covering of stars.
"Are you alright?" Este murmured gently.
"Yes" Rosalie stated simply, her voice almost lost in the air, a whisper.
"Bella was very quiet when she left" Este continued, "I won't blame you for anything you said Rosalie because I'm sure that it's perfectly justified but to let you know... Edward didn't seem too happy about her silence"
"You don't have anything to worry about" Rosalie forced a smile, "I didn't say anything cruel to Bella I simply told her why I have such an aversion to her wanting to be a vampire. I told her why I wouldn't have chosen this life... I told her how I got thrown into it"
"You told her what happened to you?" Este asked sympathetically knowing that Rosalie did not like talking about her story.
"Yeah" Rosalie sighed, "I thought she should know that it isn't all lifelong fairytales and love... I thought she should know that I don't dislike her, I don't look down on her... I envy her"
Este placed her hand lightly on Rosalie's wrist. She could feel the metal of her silver bracelet under her touch. Rosalie smiled at Este in an assuring way.
Este had already known Rosalie's story when she had joined the Cullens, already known the horrors that had happened to her, the way she had been treated, abandoned. Rosalie had related to Este, found comfort in the similarities of their stories even if in many ways they were wildly different. Yet when she had gained the trust of her eldest daughter, Rose had told her the story from her own perspective.
It had been horrible to hear, more when Rosalie had told it not only because it was her own words but also because the second time her love for Rosalie had blossomed. She cared about her, wanted to protect her and hearing all the terrible things that had happened to her cut into her skin like a knife.
Rosalie had moved on in all ways a person physically and mentally could after going through something that traumatic. Of course it still impacted the way she made decisions and the way that she faced this life. It hurt her mentality towards happiness, her perceptions of how life flowed past her.
