Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.

Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript. So we did not say our goodbyes, and we stayed very close to each other, always touching. Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated.

Now you know," I said lightly, and shrugged. "No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

The best part is coming." "What's the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole?" "No. That's the finale.

I'm just here to be your friend. Your best friend, one last time.

Bella, there's a part of you that loves me.

All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space.