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I could feel the attachment to Edward building for some
time, and admittedly, it was scary as hell. As stubborn and arrogant as he
could be at times, it was the positive parts of him that had really shown
through. He had such a good heart, even with as guarded as he kept it.
But not telling him
how I truly felt about him? That terrified me more. Not saying what you should
could have serious repercussions… like losing what you value most. Sometimes
though, words aren’t enough to express what someone means to you. So what do
you do? You show them the best way you can. With Edward, I gave him my heart.
The glass heart and key represented what he owned of mine. He had to see more
than just hear.
And since that moment, he had obviously changed. We both had.
I could tell through Government and lunch that he was different, and I knew it
was because of what I’d done. He never said a word to me, just stared. Honestly,
I feared what that silence meant. It wasn’t until biology that I realized how
altered he really was, because it wasn’t until then that he said anything about
the glass heart.
“Why, Bella?” he whispered.
I turned to look at him. “Why what?” Though I asked, I knew exactly
what he was referring to. But I was tired of the silence, the way it tensed me.
I needed him to speak.
He peered at his hands that were resting palm down on the
desk we shared. They shook even though he tried to steady them. “Why me?”
How could he ask that? How could he not see the answer?
“Because Edward, it was meant for you. I think deep down I’ve known for awhile
it was always you.”
“How?” he asked, still whispering. “How do you know it’s
me?” This Edward was not the one I was
used to seeing. This Edward’s shield was down, visually unguarded, and he’d
managed to communicate a few sentences without cursing.
I exhaled audibly, the emotion tumbling through my body
evident in my breathing. “I feel it. I trust you with my heart.”
He finally looked at me, and I swear I could see right
inside him, see that he was cracking open. “That’s a lot of faith to have in
one fucking person, Bella.”
“You’re not just any person, Edward. Besides, you’re worth
it.”
He watched me for the longest time, quiet as he’d been
previously. I hoped he’d say something more, say how he felt, but he kept
silent through the rest of Biology. And I let him, because I’d learned when not
to push.
Seconds before the bell rang, he slid a piece of paper over
to me, one I never even saw him writing. I glanced down, and as I read the
words, tears I didn’t realize I was shedding coated the paper.
In messy handwriting, it read:
No one has ever touched my heart and soul but
you.
