I wasn't afraid of death.
They would probably tell me that it was my lack of self-preservation skills that made me feel this way but regardless, I couldn't change. Death was death and I am only human. It was the reality we all had to come to accept some day. My day came sooner than other's.
Maybe it was selfish to choose my own death over another's. I would never be able to live without them so it only made sense that I die in their place. They'll be angry with me but that is a fate I gladly cherish if it means they're alive to be angry.
Maybe it was noble but it felt selfish to me. I couldn't help but want to be selfish for them. They always told me I could ask for more, I could be selfish. Rosalie would probably disagree and say I've been selfish all along. I couldn't agree more as I faced my death.
James walked across the wooden floor and knelt before me. I prepared to die.