i woke, to the sounds of beeps.
beep, beep, beep
ta. ta.ta.
ive heard this âm nhạc before,... in phoenix.
i fluttered my eyes open, to see a the familar, white walls. màu hồng, hồng flowers, tall machines that make the contand beeps.
i looked around me , i alone. where was jacob?, one moment he was beside me, there tiếp theo he is gone.
i dont even know how i got here, like a blackout,.
like trying to remember what happened the night before when bạn have your hangover.
all i remember was my little girl.
Tanna. Tanna. oh god.
"Hello!" i yelled, the pants refueling.it echoed down the halls.
i could footsteps emerge, they were soft, swift, calm. as though there was no rush in their body.
He stood in front of the door. Carlisle.
the same as ever was, as tho he never left.
Just the way he was the last time i saw him.
i diddn;'t know what better for me, to look at him the way he was axactly the way he left hoặc somewhat changed. But he hadnt changed., not even in a a wrinkle, hoặc a hair out of line. i could stare all day. trying to find some kind of evidence that he was real, and this isnt real, and im still siting in my giường at charlies, waiting for the rain to stop and to get up and go to school. But i couldnt find any.
This is possible. i dont understand, but there he was. As though nothing had changed. Nothing had happened.
the only evidence that assured me that all my pain and the hole in my chest was real, was the the way his looked at me, i could see , guilt, and pain.
After all these years, i had Mất tích all control to wonder whiether i would ever see them again. and here he was. standing before me.
i started to feel the hole in my chest start to bleed and burn, it winded me. my tim, trái tim raced.
The machines started playing a different tone.he started to walk towards me. his eyes not leaving mine.
"Bella," he sighed.
i only panted, i was scared now. not of him
but of this situation, ive dreamed of this moment for so long that over time i started to believe that the reality of it ever coming true is as much as the chance of him coming back to save me.
but that aint going to happen. i prayed right there and then, that i wont ever have to wake up from this dream.
that i could just sit here and look at him , and remember all i diddnt want for so long.
he broke the silence.
"Shes ok" he đã đưa ý kiến deeply ,musically, his eyes now to the floor.
just the sound of his voice was too overwhelming, that i diddnt realise what he đã đưa ý kiến until it wore off.
shes ok. ok.ok. alive. Tanna.
"She's ok?"
beep, beep, beep
ta. ta.ta.
ive heard this âm nhạc before,... in phoenix.
i fluttered my eyes open, to see a the familar, white walls. màu hồng, hồng flowers, tall machines that make the contand beeps.
i looked around me , i alone. where was jacob?, one moment he was beside me, there tiếp theo he is gone.
i dont even know how i got here, like a blackout,.
like trying to remember what happened the night before when bạn have your hangover.
all i remember was my little girl.
Tanna. Tanna. oh god.
"Hello!" i yelled, the pants refueling.it echoed down the halls.
i could footsteps emerge, they were soft, swift, calm. as though there was no rush in their body.
He stood in front of the door. Carlisle.
the same as ever was, as tho he never left.
Just the way he was the last time i saw him.
i diddn;'t know what better for me, to look at him the way he was axactly the way he left hoặc somewhat changed. But he hadnt changed., not even in a a wrinkle, hoặc a hair out of line. i could stare all day. trying to find some kind of evidence that he was real, and this isnt real, and im still siting in my giường at charlies, waiting for the rain to stop and to get up and go to school. But i couldnt find any.
This is possible. i dont understand, but there he was. As though nothing had changed. Nothing had happened.
the only evidence that assured me that all my pain and the hole in my chest was real, was the the way his looked at me, i could see , guilt, and pain.
After all these years, i had Mất tích all control to wonder whiether i would ever see them again. and here he was. standing before me.
i started to feel the hole in my chest start to bleed and burn, it winded me. my tim, trái tim raced.
The machines started playing a different tone.he started to walk towards me. his eyes not leaving mine.
"Bella," he sighed.
i only panted, i was scared now. not of him
but of this situation, ive dreamed of this moment for so long that over time i started to believe that the reality of it ever coming true is as much as the chance of him coming back to save me.
but that aint going to happen. i prayed right there and then, that i wont ever have to wake up from this dream.
that i could just sit here and look at him , and remember all i diddnt want for so long.
he broke the silence.
"Shes ok" he đã đưa ý kiến deeply ,musically, his eyes now to the floor.
just the sound of his voice was too overwhelming, that i diddnt realise what he đã đưa ý kiến until it wore off.
shes ok. ok.ok. alive. Tanna.
"She's ok?"
