Tonight I pay my penance to Bella for the grievous mishap which left a hole singed by my deadly seed on the shingles over her shower. Since the incident I have internally repeated a ceaseless chant of contrition, begging for Bella's forgiveness for this most vile of furtive sins.
I deserve nothing short of evisceration for my wanton lapse and fate had delivered, metaphorically, if not corporally. Emmett and my implacable siblings have seen to it that I suffer as the butt of joke after humiliating joke.
I must show contrition to Bella through acts though. To that end I shall repair the roof damage tonight, then silently bear the burden of this shame in perfect clarity for all eternity. How could I be so blinded by love for her that I lost myself so totally as to defile her home?
The heat of my love for Bella is the only feeling I have that rivals the burning of my shame. I truly am sick with love.
Oh cursed am I! Oh venomous lust embodied am I! Preserving the delicate flower of Bella's purity shall remain my sole focus from now, strengthening my resolve to combat the wicked stirrings of my loins.
I have cut new shingles, and inscribed the undersides with poems. Love sonnets by Neruda, Keats and Byron shall adorn the eaves of Bella's house. It is the least I can do to put right the wrongs my lusty self abuse.
I have never been sorrier. An eternity of apologies for you, my Bella. The horrors of Volterra are too good for me.
A/N: Please leave a review! How should Edward show his remorse?