I splashed my face with water, hoping that it would help bring my coherence back to me. Then I looked up into the mirror once more; this was a haystack even Edward would not like. I reached out to grab a comb that lay on the shelf, tugging it through my hair as my scalp screamed in protest. When I decided that I was calm enough to pass as happy, I flicked the lights off, stepping out into the corridor.

My Greek god sat motionlessly on my bed, facing the window. He seemed for once, oblivious to my presence; although I knew that was not possible, this was the first time he had ignored my entrance, the first time I wasn’t greeted by his cold fingers pulling me towards him. I wasn’t going to let this go on, it was killing me.

I made my way around the bed, hesitantly standing in front of him. I didn’t know how to start, so I just stood there, head down like an idiot, waiting for him to break the silence. After the few painful minutes, he finally looked up at me—there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite make out…it wasn’t the sadness I had seen all day, it was as if he was deep in thought.

My heart started to beat at its normal pace again as I saw him stand up, lifting his gaze to face me. His fingers reached for my face, it was as though he was thinking twice, as though I would make a run for it if his actions were too much for me. I leaned into his hand, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Bella…” he started, then stopped. “I…I need to know if-“ This was the first time I had seen Edward like that; he had never been so hesitant before. His confidence seemed to be washed away.

“If you would ever leave me again-I’m not forcing you to stay with me love, but-“ He swallowed. “I need to know.”

The pain inflicted on him by the question was now on his face, and I felt it in my heart too. He was being insecure; my Edward. “Edward, I’m sorry. Really, I love you, only you. Please Edward, you have to trust me on this.” My voice shook as I rushed through the words, I needed to tell him, I wanted him to be at ease. The tears were overflowing again, my cheeks damp with streaks of saltwater.