Chapter One

There are 86,400 seconds in any given day.

That's not enough time to count the billons of stars in the universe. No matter how hard I try, there'll be this infinite period where I stop and think I should've tried harder.

That possibility doesn't exist for some. For them, they spend each second hating who they are disguising it as repulsion for you.

There's one such person on this earth. Trust me. I'd attempted the unattainable. I'd stretched my arms as far as they could reach ‒ pointing, naming, and counting each individual speck in the sky. I figured eventually ‒ someday ‒ they would see the light. Instead, they preferred to fall captivity to the darkness.

86,400 seconds isn't enough time to count the stars.

But when they're channeling pain masked as hollowness…

When they keep this reservoir of anguish just for me…

When they have a sheer will to mutilate every damned thing I ever loved about them…

For people like Edward Cullen…

It's plenty.


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