Disclaimer: the character's aren't mine. This is a companion piece to the Twilight drabble called Is This What It Feels Like to Really Cry?. But it can be read alone.

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Edward lay curled in a tight ball in the middle of the forest floor. His body gently rocked back and forth, making indentions in the cold, frosty snow of the Washington Mountains.

He closed his eyes, retreating into the recesses of his mind, shutting out the world around him.

'A familiar sound. A familiar voice.'

Edward. He heard her familiar voice call in his mind. And against his will, he relished in the sweet way her lips would curve around his name. The way her voice would drop in octave, become husky and breathy as she sighed his name against his cold, hard lips.

'A familiar smile. A familiar look.'

His dead heart seemed to skip when he thought of her warm, sweet mouth. How she would smile at him with such warmth and love. Pure love. She looked at him with those deep, dark brown eyes, and he saw pure love. He had pure love, unconditional love (for she truly did accept him and the monster within) until he jumped out of his skin and lost everything.

Edward let out a cry of anguish and fury. He had it all, until he lost control, lost the one thing that made his sad and sick existence worthwhile. She made him worthy of the air that he didn't need, worthy of life.

He cried out her name in despair, and his face crumpled in an agonizing twist, distorting his pristine and beautiful face, and he knew if he were able, he would shed tears over his charming girl. He wanted to shed tears for his beautiful and sweet human. For his Angela.

'A familiar sound. A familiar voice.'

Edward. Don't go.

His head snapped to attention, as he remembered her breathy cry, and he sighed her name in misery.

'I don't know if I should stay… away.'

Could he continue? Could he continue without her? He knew he couldn't, and even as the thought entered his mind, Edward rose to his feet in a blur of motion.

He knew that it was time. Time for him to be the man that Angela needed. It was time for him to show her that he could be strong for her.

Edward ran to her. He ran to his Angela, his human, who was the only thing who could sate his desires, lift his depression, and return the brilliancy of the stars. He ran back to her smile, her voice, her eyes, and her love.

Edward threw himself back into Angela's warm embrace, and relished in the feeling of redemption.

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