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The month of August takes her by surprise every year. She believed that with time these thirty-one days wouldn't snatch the air from her lungs, but every single year she struggles through like a caver using the walls around them as guidance through otherwise dark, tight spaces.
The anxiety swells in late July and suddenly she feels suspended in time, her thoughts bordering on frustration and grief. She chastises herself on behalf of Edward's plight, yet that annoying amplification of feelings which comes with vampirism makes it impossible to spare Edward her thoughts or Jasper her sorrow.
None of her coven's members wished for death as Esme had— craved it as Esme had. Even Rosalie; her aversion for immortality came in the realisation of what she lost from it. Esme had little reason to even desire this life. Just because she has come to terms with it now did not mean her immortal reality had always offered the new beginning she now thinks of it as.
❛ I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. ❜
The words come out in a flurry, one which almost feels as if she wishes to take the truth back. The night is swelteringly warm. Even on the decking overlooking the forest, there is little to no breeze. If there was, perhaps it would have disguised the familiar footfalls of Rosalie. Elbows rest upon the railings, her fingers tangling briefly in hair. ❛ I don't think it's healthy for either Edward or Jasper for me to be in there right now. ❜
