Page 22 of Bells

I felt pathetic and disgusting begging like a pussy for her.

Just fucking answer me. . . please.

Don’t. Don’t fucking leave me. . .

Her door cracked open and my heart jumped into my throat as she peered out at me.

“Bells,” I choked out. “Can-can we talk?”

She hesitated for a moment before she opened the door and stepped aside. I entered her room, and she closed the door behind me.

Her room was neat. Her bed was made with a lavender quilt. Her walls were bare, but I didn’t expect anything to be there. Her family was trash and she had no friends that I knew of. It was just. . . us.

She needed me like I needed her.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, handing her the flowers. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I-I just didn’t want to share you. I-you’re mine, Bells. I love you. I don’t know what else I can say.”

She took the flowers wordlessly and placed them next to her bed on the nightstand and looked at me.

I waited, my hands stuffed deep into my pockets, my eyes burning with the threat of tears.

Fuck.

“We’re really different,” she finally said. “I want different things.”

“We’re not,” I said, stepping over to her. “I promise I want the same things—”

“I want excitement and fun. You want. . . greed.”

“Greed? Bells, I-I just want you. I’m sorry if it seems—”

“Pathetic?” She raised a brow at me. “I want strength, Sin. You’re only showing me weakness.”

“You’re my weakness,” I whispered. “What do you want from me?”

She sighed and was quiet for so long I thought that maybe she wasn’t going to answer and I’d fucked up further.

“I-I’m sorry too,” she finally said.

I stared in shock at her. “What?”

“I may have overreacted. We’re different, and maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

“It’s not,” I said immediately. “It’s what makes us who we are. It’s a good thing.”

She offered me a smile. “You’re right.”

“So. . . we’re good?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. We broke up.”

“We. . . did?” I wasn't an expert on relationships, but I was pretty fucking sure we were just fighting and not broken up.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

I moved to sit beside her. “I missed you. I. . .it doesn’t matter to me if we broke up or whatever you want to call it. I want you now.”

“Even if I slept with someone else?” She lifted her chin and locked her eyes on me.

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