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Edward stared forlornly at the Italian brick wall in front of him. How long would he be tortured in this way. Thoughts of Bella circled in his mind like vultures, picking apart at his sanity while he pled for absolution. Would he ever be free of his sins, or would he be Prometheus, left to rot for his hubris and the crime of love. Love , a sharp voice cackled in his mind, is this what love brought him? Imprisoned in this infernal device, left to waste away like so much sand on the beach, eroded by the tide which it could never truly escape? Edward saw her in the crevices of the brick, he heard her voice in the incessant dripping of moisture somewhere in the rest of the room. He couldn’t turn, his arms and legs fused and the cold porcelain of his skin cracking every time he tried. Was this to be his fate? Is this what he deserved? Edward couldn’t bear to let his eyes drift shut, so he traced the faint outline of the imperfect wall, finding memories of her wherever he glanced. Maybe this was for the best. Perhaps this is what he deserved, a divine atonement.
Edward sunk further into his reverie, barely noting anything anymore as the hours ticked by.
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Aro kicked the silent vampire, closely examining the sad, pathetic man. They couldn’t very well let one of the most gifted vampires the world had ever seen kill himself, and over a woman? A human woman? Absolutely not. When the Volturi and the rest of the Guard had come together to try and think tank a solution, Alec and Jane had immediately tossed out “glue trap,” and, well, Caius hadn’t stopped laughing plus no one could come up with a better idea. The plan was to just stick him on the tacky substance and wait until he was sane enough to be normal, but it had been three years already and no progress. If anything, the soggy, pitiful creature had just gotten worse. When Aro had tried to read his mind, the vampire’s thoughts were so consumed with self flagellation that he couldn’t get a mind-reading in edgewise. Not even when he brought Demetri in! And Aro knew that man’s mind never shut up.
Aro just tsked and swept back towards the cell door. Perhaps a few more years in the glue trap would do him some good.