Choking, always choking. On words, promises, tears, and goodbyes.

But this... this was far more awful. The purple smoke was thick in the air. I was choking, but I couldn't stop from breathing it in. If I could breathe a little of it in, I could keep them with me. I could pretend they were just gone away, not burning to ash in front of my eyes. The family that I loved would stay with me this way and I wouldn't have to face the fact that they had died for me, because of me.

Wait, no, not because of me.

Because of Edward.