Edward’s POV
In the dark cave, I wake up with a start, the cold air piercing to my bones, bringing me to full awareness. I look around and see only droplets of water echoing softly against the stone walls, Elizabeth is nowhere in sight.
She's gone, slipping away without a trace. All she's left behind is the fading glow of a dying campfire and what feels like the remnants of my dreams, shredded to pieces. My heart feels like it's taken a beating from a heavyweight champ.
A wave of disappointment hits me like an unexpected rainstorm, followed by a strange respect for her cunning.
“If she'd stayed until morning, I would have never let her leave,” I murmur to the empty cave.
She must have known it, which is why she left silently. Her boldness and wisdom, honesty and decisiveness leave me
