He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled. "You smell so good in the rain," he explained. "In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously. He sighed. "Both, always both.
I'll meet you at the altar" "I'll be the one in white!
He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
No one could be still like Edward.
Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.
Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.