[Clarisse could probably open a fairly lucrative business punching traumatic memories out of people's heads, honestly.

Bella's still looking at Edward, her face twisted a little, like she's actually seeing him for the first time. He's still beautiful, still ethereal and compelling and it still tugs at a part of her heart. But the louder, more indignant part is screaming at her younger self to run away as fast as she can.

The question makes her blink, turning towards Clarisse.] ...he told me later he liked watching me sleep. After we were -- together. I thought he meant...that one night. I didn't realize...it had been going on all this time.

[Then she grimaces.] I probably would've thought it was romantic, though.