And then, Edward took me in his cold arms and brought my neck up to his face. I could feel his sporadic breaths and almost taste his nervousness. "I'm ready," I whispered so soft that only he could hear. He leaned down, and the burning feeling I had experienced that time so long ago became fresh and new throughout my veins. I felt the fire spread. It was not a gunshot wound to the heart; it was a slow and agonizing journey. The heat was overwhelming and even with Edward's cold hands holding me, I felt lost—out of touch and beyond reach. Some time later the burning seemed to subside and the fire became ice. Cold embraced my body and I could feel my mind become unreasonably clear. It was as if a grey cloud had been lifted from my consciousness. I was now free to feel—free to be. The only thing holding me back was the darkness. A heavy blackness was all around; where was the light of the sunset? How could I escape? I used every muscle to push, push away the barrier. I pressed harder, not knowing against what, and felt my eyelids slowly lift. I stared into the golden eyes of eternity: Edward. My Edward.