Hanna watched as Edward laid back on her new bed, everything in the room had been redone in a matter of an hour, even that crack in the ceiling wasn't there anymore. She stayed by her desk, where all her journals were, it looked like the same desk, but it couldn't be, the old one had been snapped in half. She heaved a sigh and walked over to fall into the bed next to Edward, but she made sure not to touch him. She could feel his eyes on her.
"I'm tired," she mumbled into the blanket.
"Hanna, why did you join Aro?" Edward asked in a small voice, that even he didn't think was his. Hanna peered up at him.
"I killed his last bodyguard, and I since I did that, I had to join and watch over him. We have a mutual agreement right now. If they don't kill you, I wont kill them. They know I have the ability to, I've already shown it to them," she whispered, the sight of Renata choking on the fire in her body filled her sight for a moment.
"You could just leave, we can take care of ourselves. We have friends," he said and Hanna shook her head.
"There is no one powerful enough to defeat the Volturi. I could maybe get a few of them down before I was killed." She explained to him, before sitting up and pushing her hair out of her eyes.
"But you could kill them all, you could run away too, and they'd never be able to find you!" He exclaimed, then lowered his voice when she narrowed her eyes at him.
"True, but then I wouldn't be able to live as I wanted. The remaining members would go after you, kill you, then keep on their toes until someone reported me. I would want to be free, and instead I would imprisoned by my own fear. I couldn't deal with myself if I managed to cause any of your deaths." She murmured and drew her legs to her chest.
"But why couldn't you deal with our deaths? We're already dead and have caused nothing but trouble for you Hanna," he argued and she glared at him.
"Would you rather me just forget about you, Edward, and let you die?" She snapped and he flinched from the tone in her voice. It reminded him of what Carlisle had told him, that he would run into Hanna again, if she Hibernated, and it would kill him that she had forgotten him.
"I would rather you forgot about me and the rest of us and just lived," he snapped back and it was her time to flinch.
"I'm sick of forgetting things Edward," she whispered and thought about her journals. There had been so many memories, but she had caught up to the present, and every night she wrote about her day, and it would continue until either she hibernated or she died.
"We have no future," he said, and there was no emotion in his voice, his face was blank, and it seemed as if the air had gone cold. Hanna stared at him as if he had just said the world was ending.
"E-Edward, please don't say that," she whispered, but he shook his head, and clasped his hands over her shoulders, making her look at him, making her see that he looked completely serious.
"Hanna, we have no future. Once I leave tonight, I wont be coming back," he whispered and his golden eyes set fire within Hanna's heart. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop them from filling up with tears.
"Then please leave now Edward." She hissed, then before she could change her mind, she shot up and began to take the journals from her desk out. There had to of been close to 20, 1 or 2 journals for each cycle. She flickered back to the bed, took a pillowcase, and gently laid the books inside.
"Take these, please. Either keep them, read them, or give them to Carlisle, I don't care," she said, holding the pillowcase filled with books out to Edward. He got off the bed and took the pillowcase, then he turned away to walk away, Hanna caught his free hand before he would gone forever. She bit her lip.
"A last kiss?" She asked feebly and Edward's cold demeanor fell. He swept her into his arms and captured her lips with his, his body curved around hers perfectly. She reached up to wrap her fingers around his neck, and pulled him even closer.
After a good minute, Edward released Hanna, turned away and walked from the room. She collapsed onto the bed, as if her whole world had crashed down around her.
He was gone, forever. They were never going to see each other again.
These last few hours at the Volturi were going to be memorable, her death was going to rock this whole god-damned peninsula.