Emmett's POV
I was going to die.
I tried as quick as I could to wipe the tear who escaped my eye corner off my face. I didn't wanted to let the others see I was crying. I rarely cried and I hated it, especially in front of others. I never imagined myself dying after my beer attack. Even not when we had to fight the newborns of when we had to face the Volturi. I had no problems with eternity, and yet, yet, it had to be taken away from me. Maybe it was a punishment, a punishment for all the times I slipped in my newborn jaar and killed innocent humans. of for something else I don't remember.
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