Disclaimer: I do not own "Something". That belongs to The Beatles.

Something in the way she moves,

Attracts me like no other lover.

Something in the way she woos me.

It's dangerous, I know. My very existence is unbearably poisonous, mostly to hers. I run through it all in my head, my thought processes blocked by the image of her nearly vampiric skin, the confusion in her eyes.

I can't keep from wondering why I would ever make my decision so quickly, not waiting until I find myself standing at her door. Alice's visions overlapped my thoughts and now I can't seem to get them out of my head, her expression a dagger in and of itself.

The concept I can't seem to grasp, though, is why she will feel the way I see, and I know, that she will. Had my previous words meant nothing to her? Perhaps she thought so little of me, and God knows I would never think to blame her for it, that she knew I would have it in me to be the fraud that she will soon be able to see.

I don't wanna leave her now,

You know I believe in Hell.

I know I have no other choice. I walk up the steps to her door, and ring the doorbell. She appears before me, and for a second I'm nearly torn between completing my life-altering task and carrying on as it's been for what seems like forever, and scooping her up into my arms greedily.

The second option is not a possible one.

Something in her smile she knows

That I don't need no other lover.

Something in her style that shows me.

Her hopeful, yet shy, grin killed me. How am I supposed to do this with a distraction such as that? Maybe I could call myself a weak lost cause and smile back, option two still up for grabs.

I don't wanna leave her now.

You know I believe in Hell.

I keep my poker face as I ask her to take a walk with me, hers a hesitant and obliging one.

I wonder silently to myself whether or not she actually believes that I love her as much as I do, as I always will.

You're asking me will my love grow?

I don't know, I don't know.

We stand in a peninsula of trees, the clearing right ahead. I won't take her far. When I deliver my news, adding all the lies I can get through my teeth, I notice she stands there frozen, absorbing what I'd just said. She believes me. I can't stand this.

You stick around now it may show,

I don't know, I don't know.

I will myself to leave before my pain makes a dramatic exit through me. It's already there, but I muffle it to create the illusion of a clean break.

Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her.

I can't bring myself to believe that any concept of my love for her was broken. I know this is exactly my goal. It's killing me.

Something in the things she shows me.

I don't allow myself to think of what I'll be depriving of myself. I concentrate on what my absence will take away from her life: danger. At least all that I bring to it.

I don't wanna leave her now,

You know I believe in Hell.

My departure was fastest than I'd ever run. If I moved at a slow pace, I might turn around. That can't happen. I know I have to rip my heart out in order to preserve hers.

I can still see her face in my mind, believing, pained. Showing me everything I didn't want to see.

This must be Hell, if there ever was one.

I thought it was kind of ironic, considering Edward doesn't believe in the afterlife

& how Hell is a recurring subject in the books.

So, please review. :D