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.