His kiss sent fire rushing through my bloodless veins. When we were together, each moment seemed impossibly better than the last; every kiss made me feel the closest to alive that I'd been since my change. My heart had not beat in nearly ninety years, but tonight, it too seemed alive. My entire being was alight with love and adoration for this man I could not possibly deserve. What had I ever done to earn such affection? I felt my feelings bubble up and overflow as I melted into his icy body, grasping his golden hair in my hands.
His hands, too, held me to him. They pressed against my back and secured me to his stony chest. It was unnecessary, for I had no will to leave.
I'd seen his face from the very beginning- he was the sole reason for my sanity, what kept me rational during the early periods of my new life, when I was alone. We were soul mates, this I knew to be true. From that small, half-empty diner in Philadelphia to Esme's beautiful house in Forks, we had been, and always would be together.
I didn't need a vision to tell me that.