Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Stephenie MeyerEdward,' she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. 'Stay,' she sighed. 'Don't go. Please... don't go
Stephenie MeyerSheโs just a little faint,โ I reassured Mrs. Hammond. โTheyโre blood typing in biology.โ She nodded, understanding now. โThereโs always one.โ I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.
Stephenie MeyerAfter all the thousand times Iโve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?...I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didnโt want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous conceptโas if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!
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