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           ButItriedtokeepmyexpressionfromshowinghowclearlyIrememberedthefeeling...thefireinmyveins.

           "That’smyproblem,"Isaid."Icanhandleit."

           "It’spossibletotakebraverytothepointwhereitbecomesinsanity."

           "It’snotanissue.Threedays.Bigdeal."

           EdwardgrimacedagainasmywordsremindedhimthatIwasmoreinformedthanhehadeverintendedmetobe.Iwatchedhimrepresstheanger,watchedashiseyesgrewspeculative.

           "Charlie?"heaskedcurtly."Ren¨¦e?"

           MinutespassedinsilenceasIstruggledtoanswerhisquestion.Iopenedmymouth,butnosoundcameout.Icloseditagain.Hewaited,andhisexpressionbecametriumphantbecauseheknewIhadnotrueanswer.

           "Look,that’snotanissueeither,"Ifinallymuttered;myvoicewasasunconvincingasitalwayswaswhenIlied."Ren¨¦ehasalwaysmadethechoicesthatworkforher-she’dwantmetodothesame.AndCharlie’sresilient,he’susedtobeingonhisown.Ican’ttakecareofthemforever.Ihavemyownlifetolive."

           "Exactly,"hesnapped."AndIwon’tenditforyou."

           "Ifyou’rewaitingformetobeonmydeathbed,I’vegotnewsforyou!Iwasjustthere!"

           "You’regoingtorecover,"heremindedme.

           Itookadeepbreathtocalmmyself,ignoringthespasmofpainittriggered.Istaredathim,andhestaredback.Therewasnocompromiseinhisface.

           "No,"Isaidslowly."I’mnot."

           Hisforeheadcreased."Ofcourseyouare.Youmayhaveascarortwo..."

           "You’rewrong,"Iinsisted."I’mgoingtodie."

           "Really,Bella."Hewasanxiousnow.