@surviveir ‘ you’re not sorry. ’
' no, ’ rosalie said coolly, fingers tracing absent lines from his elbow to his wrist, gaze fixed on the television. ‘ i’m not. ’
it was raining outside. the pattering against the sweeping, glass windows made her feel unusually calm considering that she had stormed into emmett’s room not forty minutes prior and demanded he watch sleepless in seattle with her. sleepless in seattle was the pick of the decade. she’d avoided it initially on account of her inexplicable distaste for anything tom hanks, but after breaking one night and sobbing tearlessly into emmet’s shoulder, she had decided to make an exception. it had depth, and movies with that sort of depth and emotion had the unique ability to make her feel almost human. that was what she needed on days like today - — days where she didn’t want to have to sit alone with her own guilty conscious until sunrise.
rosalie brushed a blonde curl back from her face and sniffed, holding emmett's arm that little bit tighter. ‘ she deserved it. ’ she didn’t. he knew it, she knew it, and they both knew that what she really wanted was to be told as much aloud. what she wanted was to be held accountable. she wouldn’t confess her guilt to anyone else ( she couldn’t relinquish her pride in that way ) but she would confess it to him, and he would forgive her. then, and only then, would she start to feel better.
