But you have to know, if it were only about me, if there were no price for you to pay, then tonight would be the best night of my life. I’ve been staring forever in the face for a century, and tonight is the first time it’s looked beautiful to me. Because of you.
Ignorance was bliss to the human mind.
It had been a while since I’d had a girls’ night out, and the estrogen rush was invigorating. – p.132.
Did you know that ‘I told you so’ has a brother, Jacob?” she asked, cutting me off. “His name is ‘Shut the hell up.
I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.” “Ha ha.” I still had my eyes closed, but I was feeling more normal every minute. “Honestly – I’ve seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.
She smiled, not as widely as before, but with a cheeky twist to her pursed lips. “So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin?” I almost laughed with surprise. She was doing what I was always trying to do – make a joke, lighten the mood, deescalate – only she was successful. “Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.
Pomegranate seeds and my underworld.
Go ahead. Save her. As Ephraim’s heir, you have my permission, my word, that this will not violate the treaty. The others will just have to blame me. You were right – they can’t deny that it’s my right to agree to this.
Could a dead heart break?
How did people do this – swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had – with less than the absolute commitment Edward had given me? If it weren’t Edward out there, if I didn’t know in.
Murder, the ultimate crime of passion.
I love you,” I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered like a bell. His answering smile dazzled me more than it ever had when I was human; I could really see it now. “As I love you,” he told me.
Just scored the first touchdown,” Emmett confirmed. He shot a look in my direction, wagging his eyebrows like a villain in vaudeville. “Bout time somebody scored around here.
What strange alchemy was this, that the touch of lips should be so much more than the touch of fingers? It made no logical sense that simple contact between this specific area of skin should be so much more powerful than anything I’d yet experienced. It felt as if a new sun was bursting into being where our mouths met, and my whole body was filled to a shatter point with the brilliant light of it.
Human eyes were clouded; they saw nothing clearly.
The two desires seemed equally strong as they continually warred inside me: wanting her versus wanting her to be well.
She couldn’t love me the way I loved her – such an overpowering, all-consuming, crushing love would probably break her fragile body. But she felt strongly enough. Strongly enough to subdue the instinctive fear. Strongly enough to want to be with me. And being with her was the greatest happiness I had ever known.
It was oddly consoling to know that I wasn’t the only one living out a tragic love story. Heartbreak was everywhere.
But why waste time with hopelessness?
How long would I be able to justify my presence in her life? How much time did I have? Would I have another chance like this chance, like this moment, like this second? She would not always be within my arm’s reach.