I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.
STEPHENIE MEYERI thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.
STEPHENIE MEYERI was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.
STEPHENIE MEYERMy last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that. – bella swan
STEPHENIE MEYERDon’t worry, Mel. Miracles don’t work that way. I’ll never lose you. I’ll never let you get away from me.
STEPHENIE MEYERI glanced, wide eyed, from Edward’s grimace to Jacob’s sneer.
STEPHENIE MEYERI felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.
STEPHENIE MEYERAnd then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.
STEPHENIE MEYERIt was the first time I’d ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life.
STEPHENIE MEYERI, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
STEPHENIE MEYERTime passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
STEPHENIE MEYERLife and love go on.
STEPHENIE MEYERHe sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.
STEPHENIE MEYERForever, he vowed, still a little staggered.That’s all I’m asking for, I said.
STEPHENIE MEYERSo what are you going to tell her? A little help? I pleaded. What does she want to know? He shook his head, grinning wickedly. That’s not fair. No, you not sharing what you know-now that’s not fair.
STEPHENIE MEYERHe was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.
STEPHENIE MEYERI was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.
STEPHENIE MEYER