BPOV

                Morning came too quickly. I wanted to stay in Edward’s arms forever. I still didn’t understand why he was here. I didn’t know if he was staying. I would have thought it was a dream, but I couldn’t sleep. It seemed almost like nothing had changed. That wasn’t true though. I knew now that he didn’t love me. I wasn’t a soft, warm human anymore. I didn’t blush or trip. I had no heart beats. I couldn’t talk in my sleep because I didn’t sleep. All the things that he had liked about me were gone. Besides, he had said that he didn’t love me. It hadn’t made sense then, and it didn’t now.

                I wasn’t lying to myself. I wished, desperately wished, for the ignorance that I had once had. I wished that I could go back to when I believed he loved me. The pain was as fresh as if I was still lying in the forest after he had left. I couldn’t pretend anymore, no matter how much I wanted to. Morning was here. It was time to face the facts.

I pushed out of his embrace. I saw surprise in his face, then understanding. He looked disappointed. He was so incredibly gorgeous. He was the angel that I had named him. While I, I was a selfish monster who only cared about her own problems. Edward had been so wrong about me.

“We have a lot to talk about.” I said.

“Yes we do.” He seemed reluctant to start talking. I was too.

“What’s the story?”(New Moon 504) I went for flippant, hoping to hide my true emotions in sarcasm.

“What do you mean?”(New Moon 504)

“So,” I began, picking the least important-though still vitally interesting-question to start with…he might decide to leave at any moment. I had to keep him talking. Besides, this temporary heaven wasn’t entirely complete without the sound of his voice. “What have you been doing?”(New Moon 504-505)

“Nothing, really.”

“Nothing? In 50 years?” He shrugged, picking at the seam on the couch, avoiding my gaze. I decided to drop it. He obviously didn’t want to talk about it. I hated seeing him so uncomfortable. Suddenly, his golden eyes met mine. He started speaking in a rush, as if he was afraid that I would interrupt him.