I look at Caleb's profile, so enveloped in compassion as he views the rays of unrequited love emanating from the desperate man. His eyes glisten, hair falling into them.
He is so statuesque and perfect; reminding me of those roman paintings I have studied in school. Like one of the Greek gods.
"Did you... love somebody before you became mated to me?" I ask, looking at the miniscule droplets of sadness bubbling on the corner of his eyes. He turns, eyes fierce.
"I loved nobody. It was endless torture," he answers, "girl after girl... but never a connection."
"It's stupid to love someone who isn't your mate," James interludes, "for you can only break that person's heart."
Silence reigns as another character enters the scene. A cold, darkly handsome man appears by Bella's side, conversing with her in low tones.
"Is that Edward?"
"True characteristics of a Twilight fan," James laughs, "and yes, he is."
