They were all here, all together,
but that was not what froze me where I stood
and had my jaw dropping to the floor.
It was Edward.
It was the expression on his face.
I’d seen him angry,
and I’d seen him arrogant,
and once I’d seen him in pain.
But this – this was beyond agony.
His eyes were half-crazed.
He didn’t look up to glare at me.
He stared down at the couch beside him
with an expression like someone had lit him on fire.
His hands were rigid claws at his side.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 9, p.170
Rob is in NYC.
Yeah... and you and me...
and a few million people know about it.
Look at his face.
My heart goes out to him.
Within moments of this picture being taken...
People had already figured out
where the fuck he was...
And moments after that
the building was surrounded
by women and paparazzi.
The agony and ecstasy
You may not believe this...
but I was actually hoping for Rob
to find some peace in NYC.
I was actually hoping
NOT to see his face for a few days.
And I know as much as I needed a break
from all things
His need for a break
was magnified a zillion times.
I do understand the want and need
for people to want a piece of Rob.
It is a double edged sword...
Between knowing what is right
and knowing what you want.
And I sure as hell know that if
Rob were a block or so away from me...
I would be right the fuck down there.
You fucking betcha.
Because even though it just might
be a passing glimpse...
It would be a piece of heaven...
to see Robert... live.
And to quote Wayne Gretzky...
"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take."
That's about right.
Bye for now ♥