these violent delights have violent ends, shakespeare had said; she recalls multiple nights of infinite debates about whether or not tragedy was fated to occur when love was in your heart. and god —- even now, is she unsure. it is just that the thoughts that occupy her at night withhold such a debate of her selfishness, pondering about the love she feels, and then, of her affect on edward. of being in his life. of limiting his opportunities – had she accidentally charmed him into loving her? was his love only that of a teenaged boy; consuming, yet short-lived? her anxieties haunt her.
she is so WEAK at the warmth of his human grasp —- and so pained is she, her head hangs; if she could cry, she likely would be. ❛ i love you too – ❜ she begins, voice cracking, ❛ but you don’t —- realize —- i’m a VAMPIRE. i am.. STUCK like this. i’m permanent, and i’m dangerous, and maybe i just ——- was MEANT to be lonely. MEANT to be in isolation for what i am. – you shouldn’t even.. know. maybe i’ve let this go too far. there is just so much in the world for you; so many opportunities. you’re letting IT ALL GO by being with me. ❜
@brandofhercin cont from thing. oops.
