Third Person POV
He stood in the shadows, his hands in his pockets, his expression brooding. The servants gave him a wide berth, still unsure of him, even though he had done nothing but give them terse nods or ignore their presence completely. It had been pure hell being near Rosalie the last few days and being unable to tell her how he felt. He just couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Besides, what was he going to tell her? How could somebody as kind and as compassionate as she was, going to have feelings for a beastly vampire like him? It made no sense. She probably thought she had to be nice to him. That’s what it was, he thought moodily, she was just being nice because she felt she had to be. He slouched even further, his shoulders slumped, and stared out the window, hating life,
