I thought of that night in Port Angeles when I'd had my first delusion. I'd come up with two options. Insanity for wish fulfuillment. I'd seen no third option. But what iff ... What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldnt even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?
Option three: Edward loved me. The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absense, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always beling to him, so would he always be mine.
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