Vs. Mortality

*Why did you do it, then? Why would you tell her? Just because she asked?* The words themselves weren't so harsh- it was her mental tone that was edged with needle-sharp points. Also in her mind was Bella's face- just a caricature of a face I loved. As much as Rosalie hated me in this moment, it was nothing to the hate she felt for Bella. She wanted to believe this hate was justified, founded solely on my bad behavior- that Bella was only a problem because she was now a danger to us. A broken rule. Bella knew too much.
	But I could see how much her judgment was clouded by her jealousy of the girl. It was more now than the fact that I found Bella so much more compelling than I had Rosalie. Her jealousy had twisted and shifted focus. Bella had everything Rosalie wanted. She was human. She had choices. Rose was outraged that Bella would put this in jeopardy, that she would flirt with the darkness when she had other options.
	Rose thought she might even trade faces with the girl she thought of as homely, if she could have her humanity in the bargain.
	Though Rosalie was trying not to think all these things while she waited for my answer, she couldn't keep them entirely out of her head.