Mike had changed over the summer – his face had lost some of the roundness, making his cheekbones more prominent, and he was wearing his pale blonde hair a new way; instead of bristly, it was longer and gelled into a carefully casual disarray. It was easy to see where his inspiration came from – but Edward’s look wasn’t something that could be achieved through imitation.
I’m feeling extremely insignificant.
But Bella doesn’t like music.” I stared at Jacob, surprised. I’d never told him that. “Bella?” Mike asked, annoyed. “He’s right,” I mumbled, still looking at Jacob’s serene profile. “How can you not like music?” Mike demanded. I shrugged. “I don’t know. It just irritates me.
He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body.
You can only lead the horse to water.
You’ll always be my Bella.
Charlie had never been comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. Another thing we had in common.
That stopped him short. I felt almost smug. As you should, Melanie approved. He’s wrong, and he’s being a pig about it. Thank you. We girls have to stick together.
I did not need the air, but I liked it.
He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body. He looked back at me as if he could see my soul, too, and as if he liked what he saw.
My insides were chaotic with panic and grief, but that didn’t matter – only the outside mattered right now. Putting on a good show was something I knew I had to master.
Did it hurt her to leave, as it hurt me to let her go?
The look only lasted a second, but it chilled me more than the freezing wind.
Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I’d never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, sporty, blonde – a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps – all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun. Instead, I was ivory-skinned, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn’t have the necessary hand-.
It appeared that Charlie was having an aneurysm.
Sometimes i wondered if i was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Like, maybe what i saw as geren was what everyone else saw as red. Maybe i smelled vinegar when they smelled coconut. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.
You love me, too. Not the same way, I know. But he’s not your whole life, either. Not anymore. Maybe he was once, but he left. And now he’s just going to have to deal with the consequence of that choice – me. Jacob Black.
Where before there was just one thing I could not live without, now there were two. There was no division – my love was not split between them now; it wasn’t like that. It was more like my heart had grown, swollen up to twice its size in that moment.
Reading people... it usually comes very easily to me. but i can’t – I guess i don’t know quite whay to make of you. Is that funny?
Music in the fifties was good. Much better than the sixties, or the seventies, ugh!” He shuddered. “The eighties were bearable.