Emmett's POV
Just say, you loved someone. Not the sort of love that comes and goes with the weather, but true love, forever love.
Say, someone gorgeously, inhumanly beautiful, who had saved you from death. She was your soulmate, your other half.
Perfect for you.
And then, what if, after something terrible happened, something terrible that left you scarred on the inside…
You began to notice things.
Her little flaws that you had never noticed before. Stuff like a certain whingeing tone to her voice, and excessive vanity. Little things, but they all add up.
It was like...
You were a puzzle piece, she was too.
And you fitted together perfectly.
Then, all of a sudden, something snaps, and instead of fitting together perfectly, you're all the wrong shape, with no hope of ever even coming close to fitting like you used to.
Then, one day, you realise.
You hate her now.
Detest her, loathe her, despise her.
There is no way you can stand much more of this. You are driven to do what you thought only true monsters, beings of pure evil, would even think about.
You kill her.
And then, horrified at what you'd done, you hand yourself in to police, go insane with remorse, right?
But what, what if you were glad?
Convinced it was the right thing to do, with not a trace of guilt left over and happy she was gone?
Would that make you evil?
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