Ch. 8, Beauty in the Breakdown, peek and tease…
White knuckled, weighted and leaning at the fluted front door molding, I stared. Bella’s cream wool coat tucked under my arm, her toes in the darkest tights poked against the sole edge of my leather boot. Defeated, past tired, the red warmth and evidence of the worst night glowed still from her cheek. “You’re not coming home with me… are you?” An audible sigh, fist at her mouth when she met my eyes finally the answer was clear.
“How could you…”
“I’m sorry.” I dropped her coat on the antique black walnut bench she sat on. “I didn’t do it to hurt you… “
“I’m just…” She was speechless… her conflict raw, our moment new. She plucked decorative cloves from a holiday orange with force, fingertips flicking towards me.
“Bella… ” Jaw tight, I breathed deep. “My flight is early tomorrow. Baby, I don’t want to leave you like this…” Makenna suddenly peeked around the corner from the kitchen, swollen lids from the hour and scene. I motioned, nodded. She hurried, pink nightgown dusting the wood floor.
“Goodbye, Edward.” She squeezed as I lowered. “Will I see you before I leave?” Mak whispered, worried. Bella clicked a sarcastic tongue, thumbs rubbing damp lashes.
“I hope so…”
xo
jaime
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