it seemed .. hard to grasp. hard to take seriously, and even then, it took longer for the dust to settle and the reality to sink in -- to really understand the headiness of what had happened. it came in waves, a new realization occurring periodically as she paced about her bedroom. confusion, of why, of how, and anger, and sadness, and dread. but above her sunken heart and fearful disbelief, a cloud of determination began to spawn. of -- HOW CAN I GET HIM BACK?? she’s sure caroline has already started the brainstorming. but without hesitance, she’s left the house and headed off to see him. even she knew that an exasperated speech was a pathetic attempt, but it was as good of a start as there was. maybe, even, a good idea in testing the waters -- it’s not like she knew what vampires were like without their humanity, but she’d heard the accounts. ruthless and fearsome ( but bella’s bravery never fails to prevail ). and between the mixing build of frustration and desperation and fear, for now -- as she doesn’t want to hesitate -- this is all she can do. so her small iron fist rises, and knocks on his front door as her fingers tag against her thigh anxiously.
@turnedforbes -- :)
