the pain

Shelle

He doesn't love me. I am virtually unbreakable, i cannot be killed, i live to the ends of enternity. I am immortal- i cannot bruise, cannot bleed with no blood iflowing in my veins. I do not need to breathe and blink, or speak slowly, and can move just as fast as edward. But a mere, little delicate human has managed to break me. Somehow he was able, beyond natural and humane forces, to stop the breath in my lungs, to tear my frozen heart in two and i feel the unfamilar sensation of tears. He has hurt me, like no hurt i ever remember. He doesn't love me...