Something ached in me at the sound of her broken voice. This wasn’t Swan. Swan wasn’t supposed to sound so defeated. She wasn’t supposed to be broken. She was supposed to talk back and irritate me. She was supposed to be a waste of space. She was supposed to be nothing to me. Nothing but someone to annoy me. At that moment, something changed. As she lay there on the floor, looking up at me with those brown eyes, I knew she was not a waste of space. Someone so broken could never be. That thought was fucking disturbing, and it was something I would never admit out loud.
Edward Cullen in Hit By Destiny (via sweeeterthanfanfiction)















