

I'm SorryI stared at the wall, not knowing exactly why, I just stared. Even after two weeks the hole had not been entirely filled. Edward knew this, and he tried to help, tried to reassure me.I'm Sorry
Most of me, well, almost all of me, knew that he would never leave me again. It was impossible for him. He refused to leave my side unless he absolutely had too. But…I don’t know a part of me (a very small part at that) refused to believe it.
I'm sorry I don't mean to remember It's true that I dream less often
Edward touched my shoulder and sighed. I flinched at his touch and shifted away.
Your hand


PapercutI glanced over my shoulder for the millionth time, knowing that she wasn't there, that she was safe at home with her father and away from me and anything that could harm her. I wanted her to somehow just show up. Just stand there and smile and forgive me for everything I ever did to hurt her. I would take her in my arms then and tell her that I loved her. But no, I would never have that chance with Bella again. She would have moved on by now. She has moved on, she is happier without me. She doesn't need me. I repeated over and over to myself, trying to make it true. The thought of her being with anyone besides me made me furious and utterly jPapercut