[They'd gotten really good at avoiding one another, too. Bella would make dinner and leave it on the counter and at some point Clarisse would eat it. The house was big enough that they could sleep and chill in different rooms, even if Clarisse wasn't way more inclined to go out and roam around. It had become close to second nature.
It's only now, standing in a memory version of her childhood bedroom, that Bella lets herself feel the loneliness, like a physical ache.]
Yeah. [She doesn't even hesitate before saying it, watching the memory flicker to another night, another set of pajamas, then another and another. The only constant is that the younger version of herself is tossing and turning, and Edward stands there, watching. Night after night after night.] You could totally take him. Without even trying.
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It's only now, standing in a memory version of her childhood bedroom, that Bella lets herself feel the loneliness, like a physical ache.]
Yeah. [She doesn't even hesitate before saying it, watching the memory flicker to another night, another set of pajamas, then another and another. The only constant is that the younger version of herself is tossing and turning, and Edward stands there, watching. Night after night after night.] You could totally take him. Without even trying.