Cracks in the Armor
Bella's Point of View
The house was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that made even the ticking of the antique clock in the hallway sound deadening. I had been waiting for Sam to come back to the living room, but he never did. My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to check on him.
When I reached the bedroom, I found him sprawled across the bed, fast asleep. His face was peaceful, as if all the burdens of the world had momentarily lifted.
"That's early," I murmured, leaning against the doorframe.
I lingered there, watching him. A strange warmth stirred within me, one I hadn't allowed myself to feel in years. Then, like a thief in the night, a realization crept into my mind.
"I think I've started to love him," I whispered, the words barely audible even to myself.
