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.