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Why couldn't I just leave well enough alone? I had a family, someone who loved me, a father who believed in me, and friends who would die to defend me. So why was it so easy for me to turn my back on them for a few stolen moments with somebody who had destroyed my soul with only a few small words, and left me broken in the damp of the forest without so much as a backwards glance? Was I a glutton for punishment? Did he just bring out the masochist in me?
Jacob would never forgive me. The hurt in his eyes was going to be more than I could bear. Was I really willing to break him just so that I could feel whole for a brief time? He had been the one to pick the pieces up when I had died inside before. Would he be willing to do it again? Would he even want to?
What about his pack? Would they let Edward live once they saw what he was doing to their brother? It's not like they wouldn't emerge from this disaster unscathed. None of us would. It was selfish of me to jeopardize everything the way I had.
Should I press on or should I go home? The one I loved or the one who loved me? Should I choose the one who held my heart or the one who held my soul?
What was I going to do?