He's Got To Let Go Of You

Time Passes. Even When It Seems Impossible. Even When Each Tick Of The Second Hand Aches Like The Pulse Of Blood Behind A Bruise. It Passes Unevenly, In Strange Lurches And Dragging Lulls, But Pass It Does. Even For Me.

Your Hold On Me Is Permanent And Unbreakable. Never Doubt That

I Ached For The Difference Between Carlisle And Me - That He Could Touch Her So Gently, Without Fear, Knowing He Would Never Harm Her.

It's Been Almost A Century That Edward's Been Alone. Now He's Found You. You Can't See The Changes We See, We Who Have Been With Him For So Long. Do You Think Any Of Us Want To Look Into His Eyes For The Next Hundred Years If He Loses You?

It Was Very Strange, For I Knew We Were Both In Mortal Danger. Still, In That Instant, I Felt Well. Whole. I Could Feel My Heart Racing In My Chest, The Blood Pulsing Hot And Fast Through My Veins Again. My Lungs Filled Deep With The Sweet Scent That Came Off His Skin. It Was Like There Had Never Been Any Hole In My Chest. I Was Perfect - Not Healed, But As If There Had Been No Wound In The First Place.