In my head, Carlisle’s kind eyes did not judge me. I knew that he would forgive me for this horrible act that I would do. Because he loved me. Because he thought I was better than I was. And he would still love me, even as I now proved him wrong.

I'd never seen anything more beautiful - even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.

Don't be self-conscious, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.

Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. it was an impossibility.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

And then... as you were sleeping, you said my name. You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling that coursed through me then was unnerving, staggering. And I knew I couldn't ignore you any longer.