I hear him behind me. His footsteps are always so damn loud. He's so… human in some ways that I want to scream sometimes.
I swallow, shifting my weight out of habit.
I feel his strong arms around me, his chin on my shoulder. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, "Are you alright, babe?"
The words are so quiet I can barely hear them; I know they are meant for me alone. I nod.
He sighs. "I wish I could give you what you want."
He kisses my neck, but I feel hollow as I watch Renesmee play.
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