Brotherly comfort

Bella clings to you silently sobbing, or as quiet as one can be while crying. You stroke the back of her head in an attempt to soothe her. You can understand what she's feeling. The horrors she must of seen abroad before returning only to have it chase her back and throw her family into the mix.

"Bella talk to me. I promise we can work through this easily if you share it with me." You whisper into her ear. She rises her head, tears make her eyes glisten in the low light before flowing down her cheeks. Her mouth opens slightly. Bella please.

"I-" She starts with a trembling voice. "I- I'm not. I don't deserve you." Her grip on your body loosens.

"Don't say that, of course you-"

"No!" She cries louder. "I'm a selfish, weak horrible person who only values what I want. I don't give a damn about others." You stare with a slight shock.

"You're wrong. You're not a selfish person. You're not weak. And you're sure as hell not a horrible person." You say as your throat tightens. Seeing Bella in so much sorrow is heartbreaking.

"Yes I am. I only do what I want. When I drove us away I didn't consider going anywhere else, only to where I wanted. When Heather suggested helping people, I only ran away like last time."

"No. You were the only one thinking clearly. You know how dangerous those things are you got us all to safety. You think anyone of us in the car thinks you were weak or selfish for saving our lives? Really?" She's silent for a moment longer than last.

"What about for loving my brother?" She whispers, her face moving closer to yours.

You clutch her tighter and move your head closer. "I could never think anything bad of you whether you love me or not. I'm your brother and I'll always be here for you Bella."

"What if I loved you more than a brother?" Her breath tickles against your ear as she speaks. The tears had almost stopped but still filled her eyes, her gaze hadn't left yours. Your heart seemed to jump into your throat filling your ears with a steady hammering. You look down to her slightly open lips, wet from recent tears, then you pull her closer.

With the slightest pull Bella straightens up a little and leans closer, not that there is much room to move forward, her body moving without your assistance. You close your eyes and make the final move to her, pressing your lips against hers. She grips your wet top and locks lips with you, the salty taste of tears almost covers up the sweet strawberry lip gloss she's wearing.

She pulls your head from behind as you continue to swap spit. Her stance straightens further forcing you to raise your head to continue. You stroke her cheek with one hand as you pull back. You open your eyes to see a smile upon Bella's face as she stands with her eyes closed whilst half nuzzling against your palm. Then she opens them and looks at you with mostly worry filling them.

"No. Oh, I shouldn't have done that." She releases your shirt and steps back from your touch. "I- See you later." You don't get to stop her as she turns sharply and quickly speeds away. You take a deep breath to calm your furious heart.