"Where will the eternity I drew confined in a cocoon
Bud and blossom, I wonder? "
"I have beauty."
No one could ever take that away from her.
Even Royce had admired her looks.
It was what defined her.
Ninety-nine.
"I have grace."
Unlike any ridiculous human, she couldn't trip even if she tried to.
One hundred.
Pausing her strokes, she nipped at her bottom lip.
She always came to a pause after that.
As long as she didn't speak the thoughts, they wouldn't become real.
At least, that's what she liked to believe.
Hesitantly now her voice would whisper comforting things.
"I have control."
Her control was far superior than Edward's or even gentle Esme's.
One day it would rival even his, her Creator's.
She would make it so.
"I have …Emmett."
Her silly, loveable mate.
She knew what the others thought about him – he was the sun to her rain cloud.
Even Edward declared that her thoughts were easier to tolerate with Emmett around.
He made her laugh and he made her smile as no one else could.
As her mate, he was supposed to make her complete.
And yet, nothing hurt as much as seeing the dimples that decorated his cheeks.
He reminded her of things she desperately wanted.
He reminded her of things that would always be just out of her reach.
For eternity.
"And…"
Loosening her grasp about the cracked ivory handle; she would pucker her lips about the word.
"I have a family."
Soulless beings, monsters, vampires, whatever one called them weren't supposed to feel anything besides longing for blood and for their mate.
Feelings other than that were supposedly lost on them.
Still they felt.
Rosalie wished she didn't.
The fact remained that they did.
The Cullens needed each other, all of them, whether they wanted to or not.
Perhaps even loved each other.
Nothing could change that fact.
Esmé, Edward, Emmett, they were all her family.
Even Carlisle, the one she had once despised, was part of her family.
But –
what else was there?