What had happened to me
“You’re upset. I don’t understand. Did I… ?” I couldn’t finish.
His eyes tightened. “How badly are you hurt, Bella? The truth―don’t try to downplay it.”
“Hurt?” I repeated; my voice came out higher than usual because the word took me so by surprise.
He raised one eyebrow, his lips a tight line.
I made a quick assessment, stretching my body automatically, tensing and flexing my muscles. There was
stiffness, and a lot of soreness, too, it was true,beats by dre, but mostly there was the odd sensation that my bones all
had become unhinged at the joints,louis vuitton purses, and I had changed halfway into the consistency of a jellyfish. It was
not an unpleasant feeling.
And then I was a little angry,dre beats, because he was darkening this most perfect of all mornings with his
pessimistic assumptions.
“Why would you jump to that conclusion? I’ve never been better than I am now.”
His eyes closed. “Stop that.”
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“Stop what?”
“Stop acting like I’m not a monster for having agreed to this.”
“Edward!’7I whispered, really upset now. He was pulling my bright memory through the darkness,
staining it. “Don’t ever say that.”
He didn’t open his eyes; it was like he didn’t want to see me.
“Look at yourself, Hagrid shuffled into view, Bella. Then tell me I’m not a monster.”
Wounded, shocked, I followed his instruction unthinkingly and then gasped.
What had happened to me? I couldn’t make sense of the fluffy white snow that clung to my skin. I shook
my head, and a cascade of white drifted out of my hair.
I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers. It was a piece of down.
“Why am I covered in feathers?” I asked, confused.
He exhaled impatiently. “I bit a pillow. Or two. That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“You… bit a pillow? Why?”
“Look,usb flash drive, Bella!” he almost growled. He took my hand―very gingerly―and stretched my arm out. “Look
at that”
This time, I saw what he meant.
Under the dusting of feathers,never going to end. So, large purplish bruises were beginning to blossom across the pale skin of
my arm. My eyes followed the trail they made up to my shoulder, and then down across my ribs. I pulled
my hand free to poke at a discoloration on my left forearm, watching it fade where I touched and then
reappear. It throbbed a little.
So lightly that he was barely touching me, Edward placed his hand against the bruises on my