What strange alchemy was this, that the touch of lips should be so much more than the touch of fingers?
Now we drive till the pavement ends.” “And what’s there?” she asked. “At the pavement’s end?” An empty forest. A total lack of witnesses. A monster. “A trail.
As long as I burned, she was safe.
I could see the girl dressed all in white and walking at a measured pace, her arm through her father’s. It was odd, the pain that image caused me. I couldn’t understand it. Was I begrudging of her future because it was something I could never have?
Her gaze met mine, and I saw myself reflected in the mirror of her eyes.
So how was it possible that the sun was rising now in the middle of my midnight. – Edward Cullen.
You, out of everyone on this planet, are perhaps best equipped to deal with such a difficult quandary. You are the best and the brightest of us all.
I supposed, being shy as she appeared to be, attention would seem like a bad thing to her. Most humans felt the opposite. Though they didn’t want to stand out from the herd, at the same time they craved a spotlight for their individual uniformity.
Because I could kill every spider in her home, cut the thorns off every rosebush she might one day touch, block every speeding car that got within a mile of her, but there was no task I could perform that would make me something other than what I was.
I could say this for Arizona: The sun might be ridiculous, but the freeways were exceptional. Six wade, smooth lanes, with shoulders ample enough on either side that it was as good as eight. I used the left shoulder now to streak by two pickups who thought they belonged in the fast lane.
I saw Persephone, pomegranate in hand. Dooming herself to the underworld.
I wasn’t frightened by what might have been construed as an attack. Her thoughts were so sure of me, of full of love for me, I thought I’d had the first memory loss of my second life. Because this tiny immortal knew me perfectly, better than anyone else in my current or former family. Who was she?
Her eyes ran across the rows and rows of books. I knew her well enough to see that the sight of so many books in one place was something of a dream to her.
Would it ever cease to thrill me that I was the one she was saying yes to?
The English room could have gone up in flames and I wouldn’t have noticed.
She drove herself around in this antique monstrosity daily and nothing bad ever happened to her. Of course, the bad things seemed to wait until I was there to be their horrified witness. My expression must have led her to believe I was upset about the arrangement.
Jasper followed her into the room, unable to help himself. The emotions inside were nearly intoxicating to him. In this moment, I knew Bella’s feelings were just the same as mine, for there was no counterbalance to the atmosphere of bliss that Jasper was getting high on now.
She was out the door in the same breath. Jasper followed more slowly, savoring each second near us. He paused to shut the door behind himself, an excuse to linger that much longer.
How could I ever tell her how sorry I was? Sorry for all the stupid mistakes I’d made. Sorry for my never-ending selfishness. Sorry that she was so unfortunate as to have inspired this first, and last, tragic love of mine. Sorry also for the things beyond my control – that I’d been the executioner chosen by fate to end her life in the first place.
Most humans felt the opposite. Though they didn’t want to stand out from the herd, at the same time they craved a spotlight for their individual uniformity.