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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 18:22:56 GMT
I curse the fact of not being able to read her thoughts at this moment, because I can tell something is bothering her. "What?" I say in my most velvety voice, breathing on her. I hope the scent reaches her. . .it's the oddest thing, when blood breaks down in one's system, one gives off a scent unlike any other. Overly equipped.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 18:26:45 GMT
"How did you.." I start my sentence but I feel a heavy lassitude suddenly seeping through my body; my eyelids were somehow too heavy to hold up.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 18:34:57 GMT
I notice how tired she is, but I answer her anyway. "I was standing right next to you, Bella." With that I'm gone. Carlisle looks after me concernedly.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 18:37:28 GMT
I hear his last words from a distance before starting to fall into a sleep without dreams. Later when I wake up I feel much better and a nurse comes to tell me I'm allowed to go home. I need to calm down stuff at times a bit for the next two weeks, but else everything is fine.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 18:51:07 GMT
I decide to start acting civilly towards her within the next few weeks. But the first step is always the hardest. I talk to her first in Biology, before class. When she sits down (always after me, I'm there first, obviously) I say, "Hello," hesitantly. She looks up, obviously stunned that I'm speaking to her.
"My name is Edward Cullen," I continue, although she undoubtedly knows. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan."
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Oct 28, 2006 18:54:10 GMT
((want me to start here?))
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 18:54:27 GMT
(I think so   ) I look at him and raise an eyebrow. "Yes.. that's me.. nice to meet you.." I say, trying to act casually eventhough it is kind of a surprise to me. Especially because it is not like he is about to fall off his chair this time because of sitting as far away from me as possible. I reach out my hand for him to shake. |
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Oct 28, 2006 19:01:52 GMT
((okay.I'm kinda waiting for AquaTears to post.lol. ))
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 19:03:14 GMT
What to do? I can't think of an excuse, so I touch her hand very very briefly even though my skin is hard and cold like granite. I look away awkwardly, not giving myself time to see the shocked look on her face I knew would be there. A I fix my gaze on Mr. Banner. . .
Now, wait just a moment. This man is not Mr. Banner. He has eyes the same colour as mine. He walks gracefully. And he stares at me like we are sharing a secret. The hell we are.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 19:03:29 GMT
Lol, there.
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