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     Now that I understood the owl and had a clear idea of my future, I was ecstatic. No longer did I have to dwell in the past. Instead, I could thoroughly enjoy Edward’s company without fear of reminder. I simply wouldn’t let my thoughts get to me…

    Except the thought of the owl. It finally made sense and I wasn’t letting go of the epiphany.

    “Edward!” I exclaimed, dancing around the room, not caring he was watching.

    He grabbed my waist and pulled me to the couch. I gasped in shock at the sudden change in direction.

    “Yes, love?” he said calmly, plopping down onto a cushion and placing me on his lap.

    He stroked my hair gently and I calmed down quickly. Simply being next to him had an amazing effect on me. The deep, golden color of his eyes stunned me into silence. The paleness of his skin, framed with his messy bed-head hair, was breathtakingly beautiful.

    “Edward,” I breathed, trying to hold onto the last bit thoughts – other than him – in my mind. “The owl… it’s me.”

    He smiled at me, nodding his head. I swooned at the amazing sight of his crooked smile, and his bronze hair swaying back and forth.

    That was my cue to continue, but I had to look away if I wanted to keep my thoughts straight. Therefore, I stared at the black screen of the TV.

    “The owl is just like me. When I’m a vampire, of course. The eyes, and the feathers, and everything else,” I said in a rush. Then, I paused and sat quietly for a while. I wanted to hear Edward’s opinion before continuing. However, there was no way I could look at him. I had already said plenty and he probably thought I was crazy. How could the owl be me?

    After a minute of silence, he spoke up. “What about the habitat? It’s not like we can live in the Sahara easily.”

    I turned to face him now. After all, the meadow was something I wanted to gauge his reaction to. If he didn’t think I was crazy now, would he think so after I confessed that to him?

    His golden-yellow eyes showed nothing but love and curiosity. Even better, he was not rejecting my change. The acceptance brought comfort and I was no longer shy in continuing my explanation.

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