[ Clarisse nods, her ego fed enough to satisfy her for now. Besides, it isn't like she's going to try to punch a guy who isn't actually there. Though it does make her wonder if it would be possible to hit a memory hard enough to send it flying right out of Bella's head, permanently. Not that she would do that. She wouldn't! (Probably.)
It takes a minute for Clarisse to realize that this isn't just one singular memory, that there are small differences in the room as each night switches into the next. The one constant is Edward standing in the corner, still and cold as a statue. It's what gets her to finally turn and look at Bella, really look at her. ]
Did you know this was happening? [ Like... she couldn't have, right? There's no way she would have just been okay with that. Right? ]
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It takes a minute for Clarisse to realize that this isn't just one singular memory, that there are small differences in the room as each night switches into the next. The one constant is Edward standing in the corner, still and cold as a statue. It's what gets her to finally turn and look at Bella, really look at her. ]
Did you know this was happening? [ Like... she couldn't have, right? There's no way she would have just been okay with that. Right? ]