Renesmee's P.O.V.
His face was not how I expected to be. It was regretful, and looked like it had a thousand words to speak. Why was it so easy for me to look him in the eye, even after everything he told me? If he told me he did not want to be with me, I would deal with. I would have to, if it's what makes him happy. I would give my life to make sure he was happy and if that included me not being with him, I was risking sacrificing it.
He was about to speak but I got there first. I wanted to let him know that he didn't have to love me: "It's ok." I whispered. "I understand." My voice broke twice...
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