“I lived in a different world than you do, Bella. I nodded, though I was frightened by the edge in her voice. “Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn’t have a happy ending-but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.” I waited while she stared out the window. She looked up at me and smiled it was a harsh, bitter-but still stunning-expression. “Yes,” I said, my voice blank with confusion. “Is that really all he told you?” she asked. “He said it was close to what happened to me that time in Port Angeles, only no one was there to save you.” I shuddered at the memory. “Did Edward ever tell you what led to this?” she asked, gesturing to her glorious immortal body. She smiled at the shocked tone of my voice, and then she sighed. “I’m going to try to tell you why I think you should stay human-why I would stay human if I were you.” She laughed again, sounding oddly embarrassed.
“I’m sure I’ve hurt your feelings enough in the past, and I don’t want to do that again.” She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them as she spoke. “Please don’t think I’m horribly interfering,” Rosalie said, her voice gentle and almost pleading. What did she want to say that couldn’t be said in front of Edward? My hands twisted and untwisted around the edge of the comforter. “I figured I’d better make the best of this opportunity.” “He so rarely leaves you alone,” she said. She laughed lightly, and it sounded like a chorus of bells. Sure, we can talk.” I wondered if she could hear the alarm in my voice as clearly as I could. “I didn’t wake you or anything, did I?” Her eyes shifted to the stripped bed and back to my couch. “Do you mind talking to me for a few minutes?” she asked.
I tried to come up with a reason why she would want to see me, but my mind was a blank on that point. My stomach twisted nervously as the one Cullen who did not like me moved silently to sit down in the open space. I sat up, sliding to the end of the sofa to make room. “Of course,” I replied, my voice an octave high with surprise. ROSALIE HESITATED IN THE DOORWAY, HER BREATHTAKING face unsure.