Summary: A collection of Edward POV pieces through Twilight. Most quotes belong to the text.
Setting: Right after the Bella's Office Moment
"Never mind. I can see that it's impossible. Thank you for your help."
He was choking on his words, on the amount of air it took to force his vocal cords to work to make them sound right. The smell of her blood was in every particle of the air in that all too small office hallway. He spun and dodged out, escape was the only option even as he could not keep his eyes from finding her face. No. God. Carlisle. No. He had to get out of there. He had to leave. Not smiling, not offering to help her, perhaps walk her to her locker, asking about where she lived and why she'd moved and if she'd like a ride with the roads as slick as they were...
He shoved the thoughts away as the breeze outside didn't help to alleviate the roaring inside of him. For all that he had to keep reminding himself not to be marble still or move as fast as his racing thoughts, Edward would have been shaking had he been human. He kept moving - away from the office (away from her), away from the steps (away from her), away from the buildings (away from her), away from the boy who thought he'd appeared out of nowhere (away from her), glancing without seeing to find his siblings already in his car - and slammed the door too hard when he slipped in.
Edward tried to control his mouth, but he was certain that sound - the strangled, gasping, one not being able to pull enough clean air in - was coming from him. He had to leave. He had to get away. Anywhere else. Any other state. Other country. Away. Before he did something worse. Something he'd never be able to undo.