BPOV
I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, but I heard him. Edward. I would recognize his voice anywhere, even in hell, and it was a relief to know I wasn't alone in the pain.
Edward covered my face with kisses, whispered in my ear that he loved me. He laid his head on my chest and sobbed that there would never be anyone else for him but me. He told me Tanya was a liar and no one would ever separate us again. We would be together forever, for eternity.
The burning paralyzed me completely and I couldn't respond, but I believed him.
I was loved.
I was loved by Edward.