I.
It wasn't meant to happen like this.
It was what was necessary. Isabella Swan – sweet and innocent and fragile — was to be used. She was just a means to an end.
But it's been a long time since he's touched something sweet and innocent and fragile. Edward can't blame himself for forgetting what it's like.
He doesn't understand it, because she's not stupid. Yet she looks at him with that soft smile tugging her lips, an adoring gaze he's never really seen before, and he thinks she should know.
Despite everything, she just can't see the wounds and scars on him, or the cold calculation when he takes her hand. Some part of him wants to tell her everything, to show her how deep those scars really run, but he can't. He needs her ignorant.
So he tries not to care. Because he wasn't meant to.
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