The world shifted from under Edward's legs as the scene unfolded right in front of his eyes. He watched as his brother lunged at the angel beside him living him with the only option that could keep both safe as he trowed them in different directions while the rest of the family froze, not helping because they could care less, he thought, angry.
He turned around, pain shadowing in his features as he sow a confused Bella clutching her bleeding, glass scraped arm.
''Yes Bella, that really happened. We're dangerous, gasp that!'' he wanted to yell.
Instead, he diverted his attention from her wound and stopped breathing. He noticed a part of his family proceed to keep Jasper under control while the other rushed toward his soul mate.
Suddenly sick, the feeling of quilt started to stab him as he reached Bella wondering how much damage he caused even if his father didn't seem to notice any other problems but as through she seemed fine, doubt washed over him.
It was his fault! He knew that something was meant to happen when they we're happy. It always did! He stopped caring about his surroundings. He didn't heard Jasper's regret, nor Alice's or Esme's pleas. He know that they should stop.
He knew it will hurt but he needed to keep her safe even if that meant a live without vampires, his family -him included- for her.