Bella was lost in thought as she helped Nose paint that floor. Her mind caught up in the mess that was her life in that moment.
She knew exactly how things looked to those on the outside. Most people just got pieces. There were only a select few who might know close to everything.
Bella had painted herself into a corner. She was also completely prepared to walk on that fresh paint, mar the surface with her struggled steps.
She just wanted to get past this part of the mess and let the paint dry and leave it at that.
If that floor were her life, one would have been able to scratch away at the surface and see how many times she had painted it already.
She was pretty certain that her life looked like an epic fucken fail, but she was trying to fix the floor a little at a time telling herself that one day, with or without him it would look good.