Chapter 2- A monster again
Edward held his knees against his chest, his head buried in them. He had never slept, never felt this sinking plunge of tiredness into nothingness. He could survive without breathing and had still never experienced this awful ripping of his lungs…and heart.
I've been a monster before…
I need to go back. But I can't. What I've needed and what I could do often lie on an uncrossable line. I just crossed it. I need- needed her, but I'm the one who broke her. I wish she hadn't touched my hand. I wish I'd stopped after kissing her forehead; gone back. Of all my abilities I wish I could turn back time. Alice deals with time; it presented her with what I did.
I can still remember the way her skin felt. It was hot and covered in tiny mounds of goose bumps. I remember the passion of my needs overpower me. I tilted back her neck and planted a row of cold hard kisses against my temptation. My hand slid between her legs. Their pulse pushed me further; I needed the source of the passion. The dam broke but, instead of a torrent of water, gallons up gallons of lava erupted forth. She cried out; a dying animal sound. I pulled back sharply which caused her more pain I could see on her face. I had reduced something wonderful to anguish.