Renesemee

I open my eyes.

And her story overcomes me.

Every memory, every thought,

They're all inside me now.

"Jacob!"

I see everything she saw, through her eyes.

My friend, my closest friend...

And then the memories start to fade.

The Life in me realizes that I am not Sophie.

It changes to fit me.

I need the memories, I need her.

I sprint back home.

To a piece of paper.

To a pen.

And I write.

I write her memories, her choices, her mistakes.

I write Sophie...

How strange the mind is. I'm surprised more people haven't pondered its workings in even greater depth. I've spent countless hours up at night, wondering about brains and memories and relationships within the mind.