Chapter 6

(Edward’s Point of View)

I can’t believe she did that. Doesn’t she understand what I’m doing for her? I told her I love her. Distance doesn’t work does it? I sigh, and Tanya looks over at me. She’s sort of like a plain Rosalie. She doesn’t have as interesting a mind. Though, her mind does go all over. It’s just material things. Like Rosalie, material things. But Rosalie has a reason for thinking about material things. That’s how she grew up. Tanya grew up poor. No don’t think about that. It’s none of your business, going around in people’s minds. I sigh again. Such a burden. It’s useful, especially for helping people out, but…

Tanya puts down her magazine, and walks over to me. Her thoughts jump out at me, encasing my brain. She sits next to me, very close.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice a purr.

Maybe I should. It’d make Tanya happy. It would help Bella. If I wasn’t absolutely one hundred percent sure that HE was better for her, I wouldn’t be doing this. I have to try and make everybody happy. Then Bella will be happy. My stomach turns into knots. Maybe I can pretend it’s her.

“I was just thinking…,” I say, not looking at her.

“Mmmm?” she’s trying to catch my gaze.

I harden, getting ready to lie through my teeth, and a very bad lie at that.

I pull her face close to mine, inhale deeply, try to picture Bella in my mind. My stomach’s in knots. How can I live like this?

My lips touch hers, and all her thoughts scream at me. This isn’t right.

My head is exploding; a nuclear war is going on in my skull. I break away.

She smiles sweetly at me, a little disappointed. She tries to gather her thoughts. It’s kind of funny when people try to do that, so that I can hear exactly what they want me to hear. Only the rest of my family can do it right. But I get it right away. She’s been thinking about it the whole time.

I sigh. I shouldn’t be doing this.

We walk up the mahogany stairs.