For a second I was just a kid – a kid who had lived all of his life in the same tiny town. Just a child. Because I knew I would have to live a lot more, suffer a lot more, to ever understand the searing agony in Edward’s eyes.

How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.

I came to witness. I stay to fight.

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

Jacob's little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn't the smile I'd been waiting to see.

oh you do smell good.