He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser,

sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved,

drawing from it with his eyes

and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Preface

I guess this is preferable, at least to the alternative. Jacob and Charlie and Renee and all the Cullens are all safe. Edward isn't here to see me suffer. And Alice would keep him from going to the Volturi. She promised.

At least Alice wouldn't lie to me.

It's kind of a relief actually. Edward and Jacob will be free to live their lives as they wish and I… well… I'd go on I suppose.

I stared up into dark red eyes, willing to accept my fate…