-Claire's P.O.V.-
I am sorrounded by small glimpses of my past. Of times when I was happy, when I had a family and people who loved me unconditionally. My parent's eyes are burning into my back, my own eyes are looking at me with such happiness that I just feel like slapping myself from ten years ago. Yet if I went back in time I still would not tell myself what is to come, even if it would have helped me prepare, even if it would have placed a barrier between me and the pain, I just wouldn't be able to do it. I wanted my younger self to remain blisfully oblivious, even if the sight of my own young happy face made me want to gouge out my own eyes.
Jake had looked at it, Jake had seen, but Jake still didn't know. I didn't want to let him loook into my happiest moments when he had formed s
