Edward was barely able to raise his head now.
It had been nine months.
I was petrified.
I overheard Carlisle and Esme talking about a group of their kind coming.
The Volturi.
Were they going to make me feed them as well?
I had no idea how I could.
There were days I was so weak I could not get off the pallet.
Edward and I were a matching set.
I could not protect him…
He could not protect me…
We would lay on the blankets and I would think things to him…
He would whisper things to me.
His memories…
My dreams…
What I had wanted to do after college…
What he had done for the last 100 years…
I cried…
He held me.
I hate this.
