After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?
Stephenie MeyerI promise that this will be the last time youโll see me. I wonโt come back. I wonโt put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if Iโd never existed.
Stephenie MeyerI tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead. "Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged. Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips. "Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs. The angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. I tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and I couldn't breathe.
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