That she cried in front of….
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I kept whispering, as the tears kept falling.
He had found something that I hadn't known about.
Edward's stash of his 'memories'.
I could feel myself breaking down in front of him – the hole that Edward has creating reopened, engulfing me in its flames.
I couldn't even hold myself together.
Not this time.
The pain was too strong.
I hit the floor, letting out my cries of anguish.
I'm sure I sounded like I was being murdered with an axe, but I couldn't help it.
I was going down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
I felt his arms around me, holding me together.
I cried and sobbed into his shoulder, letting the pain take me away.
"It's alright," he whispered, his voice shaky.
"I'm here, it's alright. You're safe."
His voice soothed me into a numb, dreamless sleep.
.
.
But I was warm.
For the first time, in a long time, I was warm.
