I used to be someone else. Someone different. I was an individual. Independant. Alone…but happy. I'm happy now, I guess. I hope I am. I can't tell. I know I'm in here, in this head. Amongst all the obsession, the forced love. I'm here. Howling. When in the first split second I saw her, I was ready to kill. I needed to kill her. She deserved it…then. But in the second split second…she was everything. She was me, I was her. My head removed everything to make room for her…Renesmee. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyone's. But I'm trapped. I'm drawn to her. I have no choice, no say in it. It's like gravity. You're pulled down, stuck forever, when all you want to do is break free…you want to jump. I want to jump so far away…but if I did I'd have to take her with me.