Rosalie
I hated seeing him in so much pain. I sat by his side while he changed and held his hand. Everyone so often his eyes would open and he would look straight into my eyes. I loved his deep brown eyes. I would miss them.
I was relieved when Carlisle agreed to change him for me. I didn't know what I would have done if he hadn't. I couldn't let this man go. He was mine. And I had to admit that I was selfish enough to make him join me so hell wouldn't seem that bad.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Esme entered my room. She walked over to me smiling. "How are you?" She asked me kindly. I didn't know what to say. Was I ok? Seeing my love in so much pain did not make me feel ok. It made me feel guilty. I stared helplessly up at her. She understood. Her hand stroked my hair then she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
I turned my head back to the man on my bed and sighed. I wish he would wake up NOW! I moaned to myself. And then, as if by magic, the man's eye lids fluttered then opened.