Edward’s POV
Elizabeth is sprawled on top of me, her head snuggled on my chest like I'm a pillow. Her rhythmic breathing is oddly soothing, and I can’t help but plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. If only I could hit pause on time right now—what a lovely loop that would be.
Whenever I find myself truly happy, a little part of me wishes for the world to just... stop. Or end.
That way, I could die happy, without experiencing the inevitable crash landing of joy.
I once shared this gem of a thought with Henry, back before we had our falling out. He laughed like it was the best joke he'd ever heard. He called me a real comedian, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I was serious. From then on, I kept these strange thoughts to myself. Perhaps the signs of our differences were there all
