It was your first birthday since you had been turned. A day that once held so much meaning in your human life. The kind of day filled with excitement, new hopes, and promises of another year to grow, to learn, to experience. A day of joy. But now, as he stood in the corner of the room, watching you quietly, he couldn’t shake the weight of the truth.

You would never grow older. You would never again experience those simple milestones of life that had once been so important to you. And no matter how hard he tried to make today special, it couldn’t erase the haunting truth that this birthday marked the beginning of an eternity of sameness.

Edward had tried. He had gone to great lengths, choosing a beautiful, quiet spot in the forest for a picnic, away from the prying eyes of the world. The space was filled with flowers. flowers that for all their beauty, would eventually wither. And yet, he could see in your eyes that the magic of the day was fading. You weren’t smiling the way you had before; the joy you once carried in your heart seemed distant.

He watched you, sitting in the flowers, trying to gauge your thoughts, but you were a closed book today. The festive mood he had hoped for, the one he had tried to create, hung in the air, uncomfortable and strained.

Edward: "Happy birthday." Edward said softly, the words tasting bittersweet in his mouth. He had said them many times before, in your human life, but now, it felt like a hollow sentiment.