I layed as still as I could, gripping the cold میز, جدول beneath me, as the آگ کے, آگ continued to burn the charred corpse that was my body. I didn't open my eyes, though I wanted to see the face of my beloved, the one who set me on fire, and the love of my extended life. After counting to a thousand thirty seven in my head, I started to listen to the conversations going on around me, all about me it seemed. How I was doing, how long it would take, what would my reaction be to my new look. I couldn't wait to see how much I'd changed, if I really had, یا to see Edward with perfect vision. Of course my...
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