He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

It's always better to be kind. I'm glad I know why." -Wanda

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

I was like a lost moon―my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation―that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity.

But... when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave it's mark - on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can't blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn't let me escape the consequences.