You were Edward Cullens girlfriend. You had been a vampire for a few months, but you were still a newborn vampire, and have a hard time controlling your thirst for blood. And you had just done something bad. Like, really bad. You sat in a fetal position in the corner of Edwards bedroom, having a panic attack. Edward comes into the room and notices this, so he comes and sits down next to you, draping an arm around your shoulders

“What’s wrong, love?”