LENA
My eyes stayed on Emmett, who looked like he was deep in thought and rendered speechless by what I had said. I guess he didn't realize that he marked me.
Since learning more about why he did what he did with my memories, it all took a back burner for me. He had his reasons, and some were justified, especially about my parent's death. I was only ten. It was reasonable. Knowing our kind did that was hard to hear, but it happened mostly daily around or even close to here.
As for the other memories, there were times he could have just taken me, but that conversation could come in the following days.
Right now, I was fighting with my body. Every time he spoke, my insides ignited, and I wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms and have my widest dreams come true with him.
My eyes
