"I've been very unfair. All this time, I've expected you to be my salvation—the one who would lift me up and make me better, whole, happy. I've looked at you like you owed me something—a debt of honor. But that was so, so unreasonable…
"What I gave you was freely offered. My feelings for you are a jumbled mess—I don't think I will ever be able to figure them out. And I won't even try, because what I do know for sure is more than enough.
"I'll keep on looking after you, but I won't visit you anymore. You see, I don't think you are aware of my presence, so you won't miss me. But I'm very aware of you … being here hurts me deeply and I don't deserve this torture.
"Farewell, my sister, fare thee well … "**
Placing a lingering kiss on Rosalie's unmoving lips, Emmett combed his fingers through her soft, richly hued hair. It was an affectionate gesture, a reminiscence of a time when he would have given anything to touch her thus.
It's over now. Turning on his heels, Emmett walked away, his heart freed from the burden of a love that had turned viciously poisonous.
He never saw the single tear running down Rosalie's beautiful face.
**William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra.