ELSA'S POV

The counter in Alice's bathroom was covered with dozens of various hair products and purfumes. Since no one in this house appeared to use either, I could only assume she'd bought most of these things with me in mind. I read the labels numbly, struck by the waste.

I was careful never to look in the long mirror.

Alice combed through my hair with a slow, rhythmic motion.

"That's enough, Alice," I said tonelessly. "I want to go back to La Push."

How many hours had I waited for Agnarr to leave Billy's house so that I could see Honeymaren? Each minute, not knowing if Honeymaren was still breathing or not, had seemed like ten lifetimes. And then, when at last I'd been allowed to go, to see for myself that Honeymaren was alive, the time had gone quickly. I felt like I'd barely caught my breath before Alice was calling Anna, insisting that I keep up this ridiculous sleepover façade. It seemed so insignificant…

"Honeymaren's still unconscious," Alice answered. "Frederic or Anna will call when she's awake. Anyway, you need to go see Agnarr. He was there at Billy's house, he saw that Frederic and Anna are back in from their trip, and he's bound to be suspicious when you get home."

I already had my story memorized and corroborated. "I don't care. I want to be there when Honeymaren wakes up."

"You need to think of Agnarr now. You've had a long day—sorry, I know that doesn't begin to cover it—but that doesn't mean you can shirk your responsibilities." Her voice was serious, almost chiding. "It's more important now than ever that Agnarr stayed safely in the dark. Play your role first, Elsa, and then you can do what you want second. Part of being a Cullen is being meticulously responsible."

Of course she was right. And if not for this same reason—a reason that was more powerful than all my fear and pain and guilt—Frederic would never have been able to talk me into leaving Honeymaren's side, unconscious or not.

"Go home," Alice ordered. "Talk to Agnarr. Flesh out your alibi. Keep him safe."

I stood, and the blood flowed down to my feet, stinging like the pricks of a thousand needles. I'd been sitting still for a long time.

"That outfit looks adorable on you," Alice cooed.

"Huh? Oh. Er—thanks again for the clothes," I mumbled, distracted.

"You need the evidence," Alice said, her eyes innocent and wide. "What's a shopping trip without a new outfit? It's very flattering, if I do say so myself."

I blinked, unable to remember what she'd dressed me in. I couldn't keep my thoughts from skittering away every few seconds, insects running from the light…

Honeymaren is fine, Elsa," Alice said, easily interpreting my preoccupation. "There's no hurry. If you realized how much extra morphine Frederic had to give he4—what with his temperature burning it off so quickly—you would know that she's going to be out for a while."

At least she wasn't in any pain. Not yet.

"Is there anything you want to talk about before you leave?" Alice asked sympathetically. "You must be more than a little traumatized."

I thought I knew what she was really curious about. But I had other questions.

"Would I be like that?" I asked her, my voice subdued. "Like that girl Bree in the meadow?"

There were many things I needed to think of, but I couldn't seem to get her out of my head, the newborn whose life was now—abruptly—over. Her face, twisted with desire for my blood, lingered behind my eyelids.

Alice stroked my arm. "Everyone is different. But something like that, yes."

I was very still, trying to imagine.

"It passes," she promised.

"How soon?"

She shrugged. "A few years, maybe less. It might be different for you. I've never seen anyone go through this who's chosen it beforehand. It would be interesting to see how that affects you."

"Interesting," I repeated.

"We'd keep you out of trouble."

"I know that. I trust you." My voice was monotone, dead.

Alice's forehead puckered. "If you're worried about Frederic and Anna, I'm sure they'll be fine. I believe Kristoff is beginning to trust us… well, to trust Frederic, at least. It's a good thing, too. I imagine the atmosphere got a little tense when Frederic had to re-break the fractures—"

"Please, Alice."

"Sorry."

I took a deep breath to steady myself. Honeymaren had begun healing too quickly, and some of her bones had set wrong. She'd been out cold for the process, but it was still hard to think about.

"Alice, can I ask you a question? About the future?"

She was suddenly wary. "You know I don't see everything."

"It's not that, exactly. But youdosee my future, sometimes. Why is that, do you think, when nothing else works on me? Not what Jane can do, or Anna, or Aro…" My sentence trailed off as my mind continued wondering.

Alice watched me for a moment, then answered. "Jasper, too, Elsa—his talent works on your body just as well as it does on anyone else's. That's the difference, do you see it? Jasper's abilities affect the body physically. He really does calm your system down, or excite it. It's not an illusion. And I see visions of outcomes, not the reasons and thoughts behind the decisions that create them. It's outside the mind, not an illusion, either; reality, or at least one version of it. But Jane and Anna and Aro and Demetri — they workinsidethe mind. Jane only creates an illusion of pain. She doesn't really hurt your body, you only think you feel it. You see, Elsa? You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there. It's no wonder that Aro was so curious about your future abilities."

She watched my face to see if I was following her logic. In truth, her words had all started to run together, the syllables and sounds losing their meaning. I couldn't concentrate on them. Still, I nodded. Trying to look like I got it.

She wasn't fooled. She stroked my cheek and murmured, "She's going to be okay, Elsa. I don't need a vision to know that. Are you ready to go?"

"One more thing. Can I ask you another question about the future? I don't want specifics, just an overview."

"I'll do my best," she said, doubtful again.

"Can you still see my future?"

She didn't answer right away. This was the question she'd been wary of, I could tell. The looks she had given me back in the clearing after the battle made sense to me now

"I see lots of futures for you, Elsa."

I nodded slowly.

She examined my face, her eyes unfathomable. "Don't you know your own mind, Elsa?"

"I don't anymore."

"I'm only as sure as you are, Elsa. You know that. If you were to change your mind, what I see would change… or disappear, in your case."

I felt my stomach drop as Alice hit the nail on the head. I felt my face get hot, and tears start forming in the corners of my eyes.

Alice rushed forward and put her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Elsa. I can't reallyempathize. My first memory is of seeing Jasper's face in my future; I always knew that he would be where my life was headed. But I cansympathize. I'm sorry you have to choose between two good things."

I sniffed back the tears, "Don't feel sorry for me." I didn't want sympathy. I didn't know what I wanted. Which was the real crux of the problem. I had to make a choice, and I had to break a good heart in the process.

"Elsa," Alice began gently, "I want you to know that no matter what, or who, you choose, I'll always love you. I know your decision isn't easy. I know how unhappy this is making you… I wish I could help you." She hugged me tightly.

"Thank you, Alice." I hugged her back. "I don't know what I'm going to do. But right now, I have to go deal with Agnarr."

I drove my truck back home, where Agnarr was waiting just as suspiciously as Alice had expected.

"Hey, Elsa. How was your shopping trip?" he greeted me when I walked into the kitchen. He had his arms folded over his chest, his eyes on my face.

"Long," I said dully. "We just got back."

Agnarr assessed my mood. "I guess you already heard about Honeymaren, then?"

"Yes. The rest of the Cullens beat us home. Arianna told us where Frederic and Anna were."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm really worried about Honeymaren. As soon as I make dinner, I'm going down to La Push."

"I told you those motorcycles were dangerous. I hope this makes you realize that I wasn't kidding around."

I nodded as I started pulling things out of the fridge. Agnarr settled himself in at the table. He seemed to be in a more talkative mood than usual.

"I don't think you need to worry about Honeymaren's too much. Anyone who can cuss with that kind of energy is going to recover."

"Honeymaren was awake when you saw her?" I asked, spinning to look at him.

"Oh, yeah, she was awake. You should have heard heractually, it's better you didn't. I don't think there was anyone in La Push who couldn't hear her. I don't know where he picked up that vocabulary, but I hope she hasn't been using that kind of language around you."

"she had a pretty good excuse today. How did she look?"

"Messed up. Her friends carried him in. Good thing they're big boys, 'cause that kid's an armful. Frederic said her right leg er broken, and her right arm. Pretty much the whole right side of her body got crushed when she wrecked that damn bike." Agnarr shook his head. "If I ever hear of you riding again, Elsa—"

"No problem there, Dad. You won't. Do you really think Honeymaren's okay?"

"Sure, Elsa, don't worry. She was herself enough to tease me."

"Tease you?" I echoed in surprise.

"Yeah—in between the swearing, he said, 'Bet you're glad she loves Cullen instead of me today, huh, Agnarr?'"

I turned back to the fridge so that he couldn't see my face.

"And I couldn't argue. Anna's more mature than Honeymaren when it comes to your safety, I'll give her that much."

"Honeymaren's plenty mature," I muttered defensively. "I'm sure this wasn't her fault."

"Weird day today," Agnarr mused after a minute. "You know, I don't put much stock in that superstitious crap, but it was odd… It was like Billy knew something bad was going to happen to Honeymaren. She was nervous as a turkey on Thanksgiving all morning. I don't think he heard anything I said to her.

"And then, weirder than that—remember back in February and March when we had all that trouble with the wolves?"

I bent down to get a frying pan out of the cupboard, and hid there an extra second or two.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"I hope we're not going to have a problem with that again. This morning, we were out in the boat, and Billy wasn't paying any attention to me or the fish, when all of a sudden, you could hear wolves yowling in the woods. More than one, and, boy, was it loud. Sounded like they were right there in the village. Weirdest part was, Billy turned the boat around and headed straight back to the harbor like they were calling to him personally. Didn't even hear me ask what he was doing.

"The noise stopped before we got the boat docked. But all of a sudden Billy was in the biggest hurry not to miss the game, though we had hours still. He was mumbling some nonsense about an earlier showing… of a live game? I tell you, Elsa, it was odd.

"Well, he found some game she said he wanted to watch, but then he just ignored it. he was on the phone the whole time, calling Sue, and Emily, and your friend Quil's grandpa. Couldn't quite make out what he was looking for—he just chatted real casual with them.

"Then the howling started again right outside the house. I've never heard anything like it—I had goose bumps on my arms. I asked Billy—had to shout over the noise—if he'd been setting traps in his yard. It sounded like the animal was in serious pain."

I winced, but Agnarr was so caught up in his story that she didn't notice.

"'Course I forgot all about that till just this minute, 'cause that's when Honeymaren made it home. One minute it was that wolf yowling, and then you couldn't hear it anymore — Honeymaren's cussing drowned it right out. Got a set of lungs on hee, that Girl does."

Agnarr paused for a minute, his face thoughtful. "Funny that some good should come out of this mess. I didn't think they were ever going to get over that fool prejudice they have against the Cullens down there. But somebody called Frederic, and Billy was real grateful when he showed up. I thought we should get Honeymaren up to the hospital, but Billy wanted to keep him home, and Frederic agreed. I guess Frederic knows what's best. Generous of him to sign up for such a long stretch of house calls."

"And…" he paused, as if unwilling to say something. He sighed, and then continued. "And Anna was really… nice. She seemed as worried about Honeymaren as you are—like that was her brother lying there. The look in her eyes…" Agnarr shook his head. "She's a decent girl, Elsa. I'll try to remember that. No promises, though." He grinned at me.

"I won't hold you to it," I mumbled.

Agnarr stretched his legs and groaned. "It's nice to be home. You wouldn't believe how crowded Billy's little place gets. Seven of Honeymaren's friends all squished themselves into that little front room—I could hardly breathe. Have you ever noticed how big those Quileute kids all are?"

"Yeah, I have."

Agnarr stared at me, his eyes abruptly more focused. "Really, Elsa, Frederic said Honeymaren will be up and around in no time. Said it looked a lot worse than it was. She's going to be fine."

I just nodded.

Honeymaren had looked so… strangely fragile when I'd hurried down to see her as soon as Agnarr had left. She'd had braces everywhere—Frederic said there was no point in plaster, as fast as she was healing. Her face had been pale and drawn, deeply unconscious though he was at the time. Breakable. Huge as she was, she'd looked very breakable. Maybe that had just been my imagination, coupled with the knowledge that I could possibly break him further.

If only I could be struck by lightning and be split in two. If there were two of me, maybe I could make everyone happy. No one would be heartbroken. No one would lose anything.

I put Agnarr's dinner on the table next to his elbow and headed for the door.

"Er, Elsa? Could you wait just a second?"

"Did I forget something?" I asked, eyeing his plate.

"No, no. I just… want to ask a favor." Agnarr frowned and looked at the floor. "Have a seat—this won't take long."

I sat across from him, a little confused. I tried to focus. "What do you need, Dad?"

"Here's the gist of it, Elsa." Agnarr flushed. "Maybe I'm just feeling… superstitious after hanging out with Billy while he was being so strange all day. But I have this… hunch. I feel like… I'm going to lose you soon."

"Don't be silly, Dad," I mumbled guiltily. "You want me to go to school, don't you?"

"Just promise me one thing."

I was hesitant. "Okay…"

"Will you tell me before you do anything major? Before you run off with her or something?"

"Dad..."

"I'm serious. I won't kick up a fuss. Just give me some advance notice. Give me a chance to hug you goodbye."

I felt the knots in my stomach as I looked at my father. "I promise, Dad."

"Thanks, Elsa," he said. "I love you, kiddo."

"I love you, too, Dad." I turned to leave but I stopped. I ran back to David and hugged him. He seemed surprised for a moment, but then hugged me back tightly.

The whole way down to La Push my stomach was in knots. My mind grappling with itself and with my heart. I tried to lay out both decisions, both courses in front of me. Tried to quantify and list everything that either choice would mean; the short term, the long term. Somehow the minute my brain began to lean towards one over the other, my heart would pull me back the other way and I'd have to start all over again.

Frederic's black Mercedes was not in front of Billy's house. This was good. I needed to talk to Honeymaren alone. Having Anna there—any of the Cullens—would only make my decision so much harder.

I tapped quietly on the door.

"Come in, Elsa," Billy said. The roar of my truck was easy to recognize.

I let myself in.

"Hey, Billy. Is she awake?" I asked.

"shw woke up about a half hour ago, just before the doctor left. Go on in. I think she's been waiting for you."

I flinched, and then took a deep breath. "Thanks."

I hesitated at the door to Honeymaren's room, not sure whether to knock. I decided to peek first, hoping—coward that I was—that maybe he'd gone back to sleep. I felt like I could use just a few more minutes.

I opened the door a crack and leaned hesitantly in.

Honeymaren was waiting for me, his face calm and smooth. The haggard, gaunt look was gone, but only a careful blankness took its place. There was no animation in her dark eyes.

It was hard to look at his face, knowing that I loved her. It made more of a difference than I would have thought. I wondered if it had always been this hard for her, all this time.

Thankfully, someone had covered him with a quilt. It was relief not to have to see the extent of the damage.

I stepped in and shut the door quietly behind me.

"Hi, Maren," I murmured.

shw didn't answer at first. She looked at my face for a long moment. Then, with some effort, she rearranged his expression into a slightly sarcastic smile.

"I was afraid it might be like that." she sighed. "Today has definitely taken a turn for the worse. First I pick the wrong place, miss the best fight, and Olaf gets all the glory. Then Liam has to be an idiot trying to prove he's tough as the rest of us and I have to be the idiot who saves him. And now this." She waved his left hand toward me where I hesitated by the door.

"How are you feeling?" I mumbled. What a stupid question.

"A little stoned. Dr. Fang isn't sure how much pain medication I need, so he's going with trial and error. Think he overdid it."

"But you're not in pain."

"No. At least, I can't feel my injuries," she said with a sigh.

I bit my lip. I was never going to get through this.

The wry humor left his face, and his eyes warmed up. Her forehead creased, like she was worried.

"How about you?" she asked, sounding really concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Me?" I stared at her. "Youmustbe high. Why are you asking if I'm okay?"

"Well, I mean, I was sure she wouldn't actually hurt you or anything, but I wasn't sure how bad it was going to be. I've been going a little crazy worrying about you ever since I woke up. I didn't know if you were going to be allowed to visit or anything. The suspense was terrible. How did it go? Was she mean to you? I'm sorry if it was bad. I didn't mean for you to have to go through anything alone. I was thinking I'd be there…"

It took me a minute to even understand. she babbled on, looking more and more awkward, until I got what she was saying. Then I hurried to reassure him.

"No, no, Honeymaren! I'm fine. Too fine, really. She wasn't mean at all."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What?"

"She wasn't even mad at me—she wasn't even mad at you. Actually, she was impressed with you for bowing out like you did."

Honeymaren stared at me for a minute, and then she frowned. "Well,damn." She huffed.

"What's wrong, Honeymaren? Does it hurt?" My hands fluttered uselessly as I looked around for he4 medication.

"No," she sighed. "She really is a little too decent. I was hoping she had been at least a little awful, just to make me feel better. She wasn't angry at all?"

"Not even a little."

"Well, I mean, I'm glad she wasn't angry with you. I wouldn't want you to suffer… I guess, I don't know, I was hoping maybe she'd at least be angry with me. Give me some satisfaction after giving up." Honeymaren chuckled, then winced.

I flinched at her pain. It was silent for a long moment.

"You're not really giving up, though, are you?" I finally said.

She smiled. "Not really, I guess. I just won't keep trying to make you choose me. I don't want to hurt you anymore by doing that. It's not fair. Besides, at least you see that youdolove me. That's worth something."

"Is it? Is it really better than if I was still in denial?"

"Don't you think you ought to know how you feel?"

I shook my head. "No—I didn't mean better for me. I meant better foryou. Does it make things better or worse for you, having me know that I'm in love with you? When I… when…" I stopped, feeling my emotions welling up. "Would it have been better, easier for you, if I never clued in?"

shw took my question as seriously as I'd meant it, thinking carefully before he answered. "Yes, it's better to have you know," she finally decided. "If you hadn't figured it out… I'd have always wondered if your decision would have been different if you had. Now I know. I did everything I could." He dragged in an unsteady breath, and closed his eyes.

This time I did not—could not—resist the urge to comfort her. I crossed the small room and kneeled by her head, afraid to sit on the bed in case I jostled it and hurt her, and leaned in to touch my forehead to her cheek.

Honeymaren sighed, and she put his hand on my hair, holding me there.

"I'm so sorry, Honeymaren."

"I always knew this was a long shot. It's not your fault, Elsa."

"Not you, too," I moaned. "Please."

she pulled away to look at me. "What?"

"It's my fault. And I'm so sick of being told it's not."

she grinned, but it didn't touch her eyes. "You need to get over that. You can't help that we both fell in love with you. You're pretty great, you know."

"Am I? Why do I feel like I'm the worst person in the world right now?"

"You're the best." ahw smiled. "If I hadn't fallen in love with you then something would have been wrong with me. But she came first, I guess. That's just how it goes."

"Honeymare...…"

"It our own faults, really. We made this way harder on you than we needed to. Mostly me, probably… Yeah, especially me." zhw chuckled softly. "I was too stubborn."

I started sniffling softly, my emotions bubbling over.

"Hey, you're not crying are you?" she shifted slightly on the bed.

"Yeah," I muttered, laughing weakly at myself through the tears that suddenly burst into sobs.

shw shifted her weight, throwing her good leg off the bed as if she were going to try to stand.

"What are you doing?" I demanded through the tears. "Lie down, you idiot, you'll hurt yourself!" I jumped to my feet and pushed her good shoulder down with two hands.

ahe surrendered, leaning back with a gasp of pain, but she grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down on the bed, against her good side. I curled up there, trying to stifle the sobs against her hot skin.

"Don't cry, Elsa." Her voice was low and soothing. "Not for me."

"I think it's more my fault than either of you want to admit." I took a deep, ragged breath, trying to control myself.

"No, Elsa, you never did anything to hurt us. Never intentionally." Hee hand rubbed against my shoulders.

"How did we end up here?" I asked, more to myself than her.

"I don't know." she sighed. "But don't worry, babe. It's all going to work out."

"I don't see how," I muttered.

she patted the top of my head. "I'm going to give in and be good. Really."

"What do you mean by 'be good'?"

"I mean I'll stop making this hard for you, and I'll still be your friend, Elsa," she said quietly. "I won't ask for more than that."

"I think it's too late for that, Honeymaren. How can we be friends, when we love each other like this?"

He looked at the ceiling, hee stare intent, as if she were reading something that was written there. "Maybe… it will have to be a long-distance friendship."

I clenched my teeth together, glad she wasn't looking at my face, fighting against the sobs that threatened to overtake me again. I needed to be strong, and I had no idea how…

shw looked back at my face. "I'm not going to split you in half anymore, Elsa. I'm not going to keep pulling on your heart, because I think I'm just breaking it."

I closed my eyes, willing myself to control the pain.

We were quiet for a moment. Neither of us seemed to know what to say.

"Could I tell you what the worst part is?" she asked hesitantly.

"Will it help?" I whispered.

"It might. It couldn't hurt."

"What's the worst part, then?"

"The worst part is knowing what could have been."

My breath caught and I felt more tears pushing their way to the surface.

"I'm exactly right for you, Elsa." shw continued. "It would have been effortless for us—comfortable, as easy as breathing. I was the natural path your life would have taken…" she stared into space for a moment, and I waited. "If the world was the way it was supposed to be, if there were no monsters and no magic…"

I could see what he saw, and I knew that he was right. If the world was the sane place it was supposed to be, Honeymaren and I would have been together. And we would have been happy. she was my soul mate in that world—would have been my soul mate still if we didn't live in the world we were in, if things hadn't happened the way they did.

Two futures, two soul mates… too much for any one person. And so unfair that it wasn't a choice between someone and someone better. A choice between the two most wonderful, perfect loves I could ever ask for.

"Elsa, can I ask you something?" she asked quietly.

"Sure."

"Could it have been me?"

I looked back on all my time with her, stretching all the way back to when I first came to Forks. To the first time I saw Honeymaren Black.

"Yeah, Honeymaren," I felt the tears welling up again. "If I hadn't ever met her. If she had never been here. It would have been you." I started crying. "Maybe in another world, a girl moved to Forks and met this wonderful, sunny girl on the beach in La Push… and they started a friendship, and they fell in love… and they're happy together." I took a deep breath. "And that's the worst part for me."But that's just it I told her. Anna is my soulmate in some weird supernatrual way.I love her. I do love you but it'll never be as strong.

The tears were pouring out of my eyes now, and I could hear him sniffling as well.

"I'll never be able to repay you for everything you did for me, Honeymaren." I cried. "I used to think of you as my personal sun. You balanced out all the clouds for me."

She sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight an eclipse."

I touched her face, laying my hand against her cheek. She exhaled at my touch and closed her eyes. It was very quiet. For a minute, I could hear the beating of her heart, slow and even.

"Thank you for telling me," she said softly. she kissed the top of my head, and then he sighed. "I'll be good now."

I looked up, and she was smiling.

"So you're going to get married, huh?"

"We don't have to talk about that."

"I'd like to know some of the details. I don't know when I'll talk to you again."

I had to wait for a minute before I could speak. When I was pretty sure my voice wouldn't break, I answered her question.

"It wasn't really my idea, but I suppose I'm warming up to it… a little."

Honeymaren nodded. "It's not such a big thing—in comparison."

Her voice was very calm, very practical. I stared at her, curious about how he was managing, and that ruined it. She met my eyes for a second, and then twisted her head away. I waited to speak until her breathing was under control.

"Yes. In comparison," I agreed.

"How long do you have left?"

"Oh, I don't know, depends on how long it takes Alice to pull a wedding together, I suppose." I said softly.

"No, I mean—" she stopped short.

"Oh."

"Yeah," she sighed.

"I don't know, Honeymaren. I haven't decided. It could be a while." I whispered.

shw nodded. This was a relief to him. I wondered how many sleepless nights the thought of my graduation had given hwe.

"Are you scared?" she whispered.

"Yes," I whispered back.

"But you're not totally sure you want… that?" she asked softly.

"No, I'm not."

We lay in silence for a long time. Finally, I stretched my neck up to whisper in her ear, laying my cheek against her warm skin. "You know I love you."

"I know," she breathed, her arm tightening automatically around my waist. "You know how much I wish it was enough."

"Yes."

"I'll always be waiting in the wings, Elsa," she promised, lightening her tone and loosening her arm. I pulled away with a dull, dragging sense of loss, feeling the tearing separation as I left a part of me behind, there on the bed next to him. "You'll always have that spare option if you want it."

I made an effort to smile. "Until my heart stops beating."

she grinned back. "Maybe even after."

"Should I come back to see you? Or would you rather I didn't?"

"I'll think about it and get back to you," she said. "I might need the company to keep from going crazy. The doctor says I can't phase until he gives the okay—it might mess up the way the bones are set." Honeymaren made a face.

"Be good and do what Frederic tells you to do. You'll get well faster."

"Sure, sure."

"I wonder when it will happen," I said. "When the right person is going to catch your eye."

"Don't get your hopes up, Elsa." Honeymaren sighed. "Though I'm sure it would be a relief for you."

"Maybe, maybe not. As long as you were happy, I'd be happy." I tried to smile. "I probably won't think anyone is ever good enough for you. I wonder how jealous I'll be."

"That part might be kind of fun," she admitted.

"Let me know if you want me to come back, and I'll be here," I promised.

With a sigh, she turned her cheek toward me.

I leaned in, then hesitated. I took a deep breath and put my hand on his face, turning him to look at me. I leaned in and kissed her, one last time, on the lips.

"Love you, Honeymaren."

"Love you more."

shw watched me walk out of his room with an unfathomable expression in her black eyes.

for those that don't know i think that Honeymaren was only attracted to elsa because of her unborn son