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hollyheights...
Will you stop for a moment to attempt to appreciate the inexplicable irony of the situation you're considering for me?
You would take me from the time when I had removed myself from her world because of what I am, only to place me in a world where I would - by some miracle - become suitable for her, where I would become human again, yet she would not be there?
A world without Isabella Swan is not a world I can live in.
Which brings us back to what is possibly the most asinine aspect of this whole ordeal: my new-found mortality, or rather the distinct lack thereof. I was under the impression that being human meant one had the potential for death and that death was a permanent affair. But no, it seems no matter what I am, the only hell I can experience is a living one.
I'd highly underestimated you. It won't happen again.
You would take me from the time when I had removed myself from her world because of what I am, only to place me in a world where I would - by some miracle - become suitable for her, where I would become human again, yet she would not be there?
A world without Isabella Swan is not a world I can live in.
Which brings us back to what is possibly the most asinine aspect of this whole ordeal: my new-found mortality, or rather the distinct lack thereof. I was under the impression that being human meant one had the potential for death and that death was a permanent affair. But no, it seems no matter what I am, the only hell I can experience is a living one.
I'd highly underestimated you. It won't happen again.