I sat on my bed, tears falling silently down my cheeks. I let one sob jerk my tense body, and at least ten strands of my hair fell to the ground. This wasn't what I had wanted. I had just wanted- I don't know what. But I'm sure, this wasn't it.
"Hun?" I looked up and sniffed. Renee, my Mom, was crouched, holding my hand. "Do- do you want me to cut your hair for you?"
I nodded, and she disappeared. It took me a moment to realise that she had just walked out, gone to find some scissors. She reappeared, her second scissors in her hand. Maybe she had brought them especially. I shook at the thought.
It was like waiting for me to die.
She sat down next to me, on my bed. It was funny; I'd come to think of what had once been strange to me as my own. She lifted her hand to my hair, and began to cut.
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I cast my thoughts back. Back to when I came here.
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When Edward and me first met.
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My mind raced through memories, all leading up to this.
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Edward saved my life all the time, sometimes without even knowing he did.
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But ultimately, even he couldn't save me from this.
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Even my dear Edward couldn't save me from myself.
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It was the worst idea I'd ever had, but it still worked in my favour.
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If I died, I wouldn't have to grow old loving someone who would be seventeen for all Eternity.
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But I would die knowing the one I loved would see me die terribly.
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Perhaps even Edward's patience would wear thin, and I wouldn't hurt him.
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Perhaps he will no longer love me.