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Darkness is so predictable.

Stephenie Meyer

I don’t want you to leave Which is exactly why I should. But don’t worry. I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.
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Company Creature Leaving Myself Worry
Time 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.
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Heart Broken Impossible Myself Time
Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.
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Appreciation Myself Resistance Wine
So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin? I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.
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Appreciate Brand Drugs Light Mood Teasing Yourself
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
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Change End Life Myself Necessary Night Possible Rise
Is my mom all right? She’s perfectly fine. don’t worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn’t come alone, of course. Light, amused. I’m alone. I’d never been more alone in my entire life.
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Alone Life Light Myself Perfection Worry
I miss you when you’re not there. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You’re family. I love you, but I’m not in love with you.
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Family Happiness I Miss You Love Yourself
I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.
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Attempt Lying Myself Try
I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.
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Beautiful Belief Explanation Myself
Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.
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Alive Burn Happiness Herself Pain Safety
They call her my singer – because her blood sings for me.
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Blood Call Herself Identity Myself Name Singer
And it was different because I’d already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn’t my fault.
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Different Head Lost Mistake Myself Time
Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm – into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
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Bright Eyes Fantasy Myself Red
You look tired. Yeah, I agreed, and shrugged. Near-death experiences do that to me.
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Appearance Experiences Tired Yourself
When I told you I didn’t want you, it was the blackest kind of blasphemy.
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Black Kind Leaving Myself Need Relationship Told
I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go.
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Bad Death Love Myself Place Thinking

Darkness is so predictable.

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