Maybe, if I were very, very, lucky, I would somehow be able to save Edward. But I wasn't so stupid as to think that saving him would mean that I could stay with him. I was no different, no more special than I'd been before. There would be no new reason for him to want me now. Seeing him and losing him again . . . I fought back against the pain. This was the price I had to pay to save his life. I would pay it.