Here I sit, my whole fate resting on a wish. I suppose it is a bit childish, but I feel like maybe childish whims are all I have left anymore. I wait on a promise that might not come true, for all I know, I will live to the end of time waiting for her.
The creature reassured me that I will see her again, that she has seen what will happen, and that I will get everything I want and more.
I'm skeptical.
It can't be that easy, I have been suffering for so long, it seems anticlimactic for me to finally get what I want.
I am an idiot to hope, but yet I do. I would wait a millennia for her if I had to.
Carlisle knows none of this; he knows nothing of the love I harbored for a beautiful girl from New York. It was the time I abandoned him, what he likes to call Edward's dark time. All he knows is that it was the time where I killed mercilessly. He thinks that the reason why I came back to thoroughly changed, apathetic, angry and self loathing, is because I'm so guilty about what I did.
In reality I have no qualms about any of it, I care not for any of the lives I took. All It took was one look into their minds and I knew they didn't deserve to live.
I relished in the act, my human self would be so ashamed.
I was so innocent back then.