It had started days ago.

At first, it was just little things. your gaze lingering too long on the humans passing outside the car window, your silence stretching a little longer than it used to. But Edward noticed everything when it came to you.

He didn’t need to hear your thoughts to know something had shifted.

You sat by the fire, your eyes focused on the pages of your book, but he could tell you weren’t really reading. Your fingers drummed lightly on the cover, a sign of your unease, and your thoughts seemed far away, somewhere he couldn’t follow.

Edward took a step closer, his footsteps silent against the soft floor, but he was sure you heard him. Your gaze flicked up briefly, meeting his eyes. And in that moment, Edward knew. He knew that something was wrong. That something inside you was unraveling.

Edward: "I know what you're thinking." he said softly, his voice rough with an emotion he couldn’t name.

He sat down next to you, his presence hovering near you without touching. He watched you carefully, waiting, but he was afraid of what he might hear, or worse, what he might not hear.

Edward: "Do you regret it?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

His words cut through the air, and he immediately felt the weight of them. Could he bear the answer if you said yes? Could he live with himself if he had forced this life upon you?

He had never wanted this for you. this immortal existence that stretched on forever, a life that came with an irreversible cost. And yet, he had turned you, made that choice for you, with the hope that you would be happy. But now, looking at you, he wasn’t so sure.

For the first time, he wondered if he had been selfish, if he had taken something from you that you could never get back. Time. The ability to grow old. To have a future. These were things that, deep down, he knew you might have given up reluctantly.