Without his mate to share his life, he was but a screen for events and circumstances to pass through. He was npt even empty, for he was no vessel to hold even the thinnest of air. He lived, though was not truly alive

Time to the face the music.

Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.

I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.

The sense that in his mother's view, he had let down his family just by being who he was... was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was… but society had a different standard, and as he always feared, his parents were a part of that.

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.