For a second, Rosalie almost considered it. Almost. Because wouldn't it be nice to let go like Gina said and have everything be alright?
But it wouldn't be. Gina couldn't understand and Rosalie couldn't even wish that she could because Gina seemed nice and Rosalie wouldn't wish what she had done on anyone. "I can't," she mumbled, voice broken and cracking from the fever and the coughing and the crying. "I don't care what happens; I never want to feel like that again."