I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.

I love you more than anything in the world combined.

You still owe me a yellow Porsche.

I'd been broken beyond repair.

I walked towards my fate with my destiny standing solidly by my side

Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.