I staggered into the woods and ran as fast as I could from Bella's house. I was torn apart inside and when I felt a pain in my chest I thought at first that I was reacting physically to my grief for Bella, but I wasn't.
I was having trouble running. I ran for about two miles and then couldn't go any farther. I was short on breath… short on breath? I'm a vampire, I don't need to breathe! I collapsed into a heap of mourning confusion.
I realized that I was sitting in the sun that had just risen. My skin threw off sparkling and vibrant reflections of the brilliant light, and I thought to myself, so I'm still a vampire… and then another realization hit me: and in a few days… Bella might be one too.
I cringed.
I cried for what felt like hours. I didn't know if Bella was okay. I didn't know if I had just damned her to an eternal life of sunlessness and unquenchable thirst. I eventually pulled myself up and stood. It was getting dark again now. Should I go home?
If I went home… who would be there? Would Bella be there? Would Carlisle? What would he say to me?
I ran another few miles into the forest just to clear my mind, but again had to stop when I was bent over and having trouble breathing.
Through the deepening darkness, I couldn't see a thing, and I knew for sure that something was definitely wrong.
