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36. The last time I saw Edward, he didn't notice me. He wasn't really Edward any more.

I was still sitting there, clutching his cold hand when the night staff came to check in on him. They let me sit with him until Carlisle and Esme arrived and then helped me to another room somewhere in the hospice where I was given sweet tea and offered meaningless words of comfort. I didn't know I had any tears left in me, but whenever I thought they had run out, more came.

When morning rolled around, as it always does, people came to take him away, and they asked me if I wanted to see him again. I shook my head. He had already gone.