It's the things we find most beautiful that have the most power to kill us. The beauty of crashing waves and violent tides, of crashing thunder storms. Fire and ice.

It's those two which are going to kill me- the fire and the ice. The burning. Burning hot, or burning cold, it consumes me. The feeling taking over my body, stopping me from thinking rationally. Forcing me to feel the prickling pain as it stabs my skin, trying to get through to the heart of me.

But as the fire and ice are in constant battle, and it's impossible to escape either. They are going to break me in the end. I will be embraced in the cloak of ice, only for it to be melted from me by the fire.

On the one hand I have the fire. I have Jacob. Burning fiercer and brighter the more of me he consumes; the more of me he knows he has. He knows that I love him. He knew I loved him even before I admitted it to myself. He knows me as though he is a part of me. I would have once chosen fire over ice. Chosen the warmth, heat and fiery passion.

But I know Edward now. I know that ice is just as strong as flame, can hurt just as deeply. Ice can burn me just as much as fire, but it hits deeper. 'Cause once you've truly been burnt by fire, you back off. Like a child ignoring a parents warning not to touch the fire. You don't do it again. But ice…you can't help but keep touching it. Enchanted by this mystical thing, which lasts for so long, and is not easily destroyed by human touch.

Fire burns fiercely, leaving a path of destruction. Ice stops time. It freezes everything as it is now. It takes the most normal of things, and makes it beautiful in the way the light shines of it.

That's how I feel with Edward. Being with Edward, it's like I can shine and be beautiful if only in the light reflected from him.

Fire and ice cannot exist peacefully. One will destroy the other, and I cannot bear for that to happen. I had to choose between fire and ice. And I chose the numbing sensation of freezing rather than the burning of fire.