Nothing could come in between them, right?
Rosalie Point of View
It was a usual dia in Forks, i.e. cloudy and drizzling. I looked out my window and stared into the forest. I could see the bubbling stream as it wound its way through the trees. I took notice to the burning in my throat, and with nothing better to do, I decided it was time for a hunt. “Emmett,” I say without raising my voice, knowing he would hear me. He was up within seconds, standing in the doorway. “Yes Rosalie? Is everything okay babe?” He said with a touch of concern. Only then did I realize I had my hand on my throat. “Yes, of course,” I replied, “actually...
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