I flicked on the light beside my bed, waiting for my breathing to slow, veins full of adrenaline from the realistic dream. A new dream, but in essence so much the same as the many others that had plagued me in the past months. No, not a dream. Surely a memory. I could still feel the heat of Jared's lips on mine. My hands reached out without my permission, searching across the rumpled sheets, looking for something they didn't find. My heart ached when they gave up, falling to the bed limp and empty.
Stephenie MeyerIt's been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you. You can't see the changes we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?
Stephenie MeyerHey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.
Stephenie MeyerIsabella Swan?โ He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. โI promise to love you foreverโevery single day of forever. Will you marry me?โ There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, โYes.โ โThank you,โ he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.
Stephenie MeyerSome of the memories were not clear - -dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd seen his face... the way it felt when he'd held me in the meadow... the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness when he'd save me from James... his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me... every precious moment on the island... his cold hands touching our baby through my skin.
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