Rosalie POV: Rosalie's musings on her gift.
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I stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, reassessing what I already knew.
I was breathtaking.
I had been told it from the day I was born. Rewarded for simple luck of the draw, I was pampered and petted by my parents, envied by girls, and lusted after by men. I knew my beauty made me special.
The door to our room opened, and Emmett froze on the threshold. My eyes flashed up to meet his in the mirror, and I saw my own expression morph involuntarily from smug to insecure and pleading. Then he was across the room in the blink of an eye, his arms wrapped around my waist, lips at my throat.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered; I could feel his breath coming quicker than usual against my skin. I sighed, and let my head fall back onto his broad shoulder.
Emmett was exactly what I needed.
Emmett understood. He knew that to have a "physical gift", as Carlisle called it, I needed to compare myself to others. I needed to be judged, and to be selected as number one. Emmett knew; his own gift had fostered in him a passion for anything physically demanding that could test his power. Like strength, beauty was relative, meaningless unless compared. I needed eyes to follow me everywhere I moved; I needed gasps of desire and envy that accompanied my entrance. I needed Emmett, who would tell me from now until eternity that I was beautiful.
Without Emmett—I shuddered at the thought—my vampiric existence would truly be cursed. It had been, before him. I had no one to love me, no one to choose me over everyone else in the world.
Instead, I had faced indifference.
That one still smarted, making me extraordinarily glad that Emmett wasn't the one who could read my thoughts. Anyone could see that Edward and I were entirely incompatible, and I didn't give him a second glance in that way. But he rejected me, not the other way around: my first and only rejection, the failing of my gift. You'd think that Edward or Alice might understand, once they each encountered limitations to their own gifts—Bella for Edward's, the wolves for Alice's—but no, they were so lost in their own different, "gifted" realities they never notice me. And then Edward just had to fall in love with Bella—a human! He added insult to injury by turning me down for a human, when he knew how much I missed my humanity.
"You're perfect," Emmett murmured, giving me a squeeze, and then pulling away and taking my hand. "Let's go."
I smiled, shaking Edward from my mind. Edward may read minds, but he cannot see the world through others' eyes.