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    Remember Me

    “Did you see her?” He asked frantically, slapping his hands on my shoulders.

    “Of course I saw her.” I had to laugh a little at his question.

    “Did you talk to her?” He led me over to the couch and I sat down next to him. His eyes were wide with anxiety and his mind was only a hum of the vast amount of thoughts passing through at once. I blocked out the whirr and focused only on his speech.

    “Yes, Emmett. I talked to her.” He held his breath.

    "I'm freaking out here."

    "Yes, you've conveyed that clearly." I chuckled again. He barely cracked a smile.

    “Did you tell her?” He asked a little quieter. His hands were wringing together with worry in his lap and his appearance was gloomy.

    “No.”

    “Why not?”

    “Because I figured you should explain it yourself.”

    “She’s going to hate me,” he grunted. He looked down pessimistically and I felt the tone of his thoughts turn into disgust directed at himself.

    “No, Emmett, She won’t. She’ll understand that it was just an accident.”

    “Edward, this is Bella we’re talking about here. Her temper is just short of yours and Rosalie’s.” I grimaced that he included me in that circle.

    “Emmett, it’s going to be fine. Just be yourself, explain everything carefully- that you never meant for this to happen, and tell her how much you care for her as a sister.” His head dropped into his hands and he rubbed his temples with his forefingers. Rosalie walked into the room from the upstairs and settled with her back to the banister of the staircase.

    “I’m assuming you aren’t going to school today?” She asked, crossly. She wasn’t speaking to me.

    “No, Rose. Please understand.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.

    “I do. I still think it can wait, and our appearance is more important, but I do.”

    “Are you going to school?” She flitted to his side and he turned to look over his shoulder, one hand still on his forehead, and the other back into his lap. She folded her arms across her chest.

    “Yes, I am. And so are Alice and Jasper. This can’t hinder the rest of our lives, Emmett.”

    “I know that, Rosalie. I wasn’t going to argue with you.”

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