Disc.: I do not own Twilight or any of Stephenie Meyer's characters.
On days like this he hated the rules with a passion. So rigid and inflexible, no room for leniency. No mercy, ever.
As he stared across the tower room into her anguished face, crimson eyes blazing with hatred, he knew the loss today would not only entail the one whose remains still smoldered between them.
She would leave and he could not stop her.
His brothers stood and spoke and he watched in silent fury.
And he watched when she shook her head and turned away, sobbing.
Suddenly he was on his feet, his arm outstretched.
But she was gone...