Epov

I read these letters, wincing in pain of the memory over and over. I had been so cruel. I had left her. In her letters she didn't want to hurt me, so she didn't send them. I wish she had. I would have come back so much sooner if I had known how much pain she was in. I knew it was more than she showed, but this was beyond my belief. I thought I had only felt that way. I buried them back under her floor boards in her closet where I found them; she didn't need to feel the pain of knowing I had read them. I loved her. I would never be able to pay her back for what I'd done, but I would die trying.

I walked over to her. She was perfectly preserved in her sleep. A permanent blush powdered her face. Her expression of peaceful contentment was apparent. Soft brown hair framed it all. My only love, the most beautiful creature on this earth. She was mine. After all the pain and torture I put her through, she had still welcomed me with open arms. I kissed the top of her head lightly and held her hand in mine. I left her in pieces, now I had to pay the price.

I had to thank Jacob Black greatly; he tried to hold her together. He had done his job; she was still in one piece, but only barely. It was like she was a rag doll, worn and worn, whose stitching was done by a clumsy hand. It was my job to restich her. She would never be the same, but I would do more than my best. I looked at my Love, my Angel, again. "I love you." I whispered into her hear. I small smile appeared on her lips as she slept. I loved her, and I would love her for eternity.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the extremely short chapter. Did you like it? Tell me if I should continue.