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Once again, I watched over her whilst she slept and I contemplated what I was doing. Thoughts of my family flew through my mind, Rosalie's reaction at the forefront, to me,

hissing at me, hurling insults verbally and through her mind, concerning my stupidity and the problems I had caused by bringing Bella into our lives. And Esme, who already loved

Bella like her own daughter, Esme who wanted nothing more than me to be happy. I reflected on these thoughts, as I listened to the steady breathing of the beautiful human

girl in front of me, the one girl who had truly taken my notice during my immortal life.

Undoubtedly, I was doing the wrong thing, that point could not be disputed. But would I stop, or better yet, could I? It was then that I truly realised the affect this human had on

me, the vampire who had not felt for nigh 100 years. She had accepted me unconditionally, or so she said. I remembered clearly the day I told her what I was, the day when she

told me it didn't matter, that she wouldn't divulge our secret. I continued to watch her chest rise and fall, listening to her beautiful life sustaining heart beat when she whispered my

name. "Edward". I froze. Her heartbeat remained steady, she was still asleep, but she said my name. Did she know I was here? I still hadn't admitted to her that I watched over

her every night. I was still waiting for the day when she would run screaming, away from me and my immortal family. I silently removed myself from the rocking chair that sat in the

corner of her room as the sun was starting to rise, the rays streaming through her window, my lifeline. I had my hand on the window pane knowing that Bella would wake soon

and that I needed to leave. But what she said next, halted any coherent thoughts. "I love you".

I gasped for unneeded breaths as I felt the true effects her love had on me, as I was sure I felt my dead heart stutter. The undeniable love I felt for her washed over me in torrents

as I bent down to where she lay in sleep and touched my cold lips to her hot forehead, a simple gesture that subconsciously made her blood rush to her cheeks. I loved all her

human traits but if what Alice has seen of the future rings true, her blush is what I'll miss the most. Once again, I reflected on how she could love me, a monster. She, who knew

what I was, and loved me, irrevocably and unconditionally. But while she lived, I knew her love would never be unrequited. She was truly beautiful, I didn't even deserve to bask

in her radiance. But as long as she wanted me, I would be there, as my life would be meaningless without her.

Because now, she is my life.

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