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“I apprecitate that you trust me so much,” she began quietly, “I know how hard it is to share your darkest hour. You’re the only one who knows about mine, too.” His words were so painful. They felt like the steel dagger he slammed into her chest when as he took her. Knowing that he hated himself so much made her want to make him feel even more loved.

As he stood, Elsa did not move at first. She had to think. To breathe. But she could not stand being parted from him — she could not. So, she slowly moved her head after he felt his hand on her cheek, turning it just enough to gaze up at him with her watery eyes. “I will never stop loving you, that is what I promised to you. I never break my promises.”

Regardless of if she would pull away from him, he suddenly wrapped his arms about her, tugging her close and needing her more than anything. Eyes falling shut, he pressed his forehead to hers, fighting the urge to weep. “I would never dream of ceasing loving you, sweet Elsa.” What else could he think to say then? It was he that was in her hands this time, he had that was vulnerable and frightened. When it had been her, he had taken pity on her and he had not wished to kill her that first Hallow’s Eve. “My love, I do not know what you think of me, but your silence wounds me so. Will you not speak?”

Say it, the demon whispered to Edward alone, as if Elsa could have heard it. Call him the monster he is.

“What do you want me to say?” Her shaking voice broke at the end of her statement. She would never hurt him, no, she loved him too much. But his arms around her made her feel like she could not breathe. After a brief moment of lingering in his hold, Elsa slowly backed away from him. What had happened was the past and there was no way to change it. The blonde knew that she had to live with this knowledge, just like he lived knowing about her dark past. Did he not accept her, despite all the things she had done during her lifetime? 

Rubbing her upper arms helplessly, Elsa took a deep shaky breath. Her hazel eyes stared at the floor as a few soft tears streamed down her pale red cheeks. All she wanted was to feel his arms around her again, she felt so lost, so cold. And she knew that he must have felt the same way. “Did it – want to kill me too?,” he asked breathlessly, her voice weak, “Did it want to hurt me?”