JPOV
Time was irrelevant when you had forever. A year passed like a week; a decade like a month. It was like watching a movie in fast forward. Before you knew it, it was the end, and you were moving on.
In the decades I'd been with them, a pattern had formed. We'd move to a small town in the middle of no where, attempting to fit in. The people in town would be afraid of us, but they would none the less be polite; most of them anyway.
And then I'd screw it all up. I'd eventually crack, give into the temptation, and then we'd be move again. It was always my fault.
I'd been tempted to leave, multiple times, in attempt to make their lives easier. Each time Rosalie broke something because we were starting over once again, every time Edward gave me that knowing look, every time Carlisle would place his hand on my shoulder and tell me he understood. I hated hurting them, causing them so much trouble.
But more important then I was her. She was the center of my universe, the reason I still existed. She was the light to my darkness. And I couldn't leave her, not that she'd let me. And I couldn't cause her pain by ripping her from the only family she had ever known. So for her I'd try; I'd always try.
