I struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
Stephenie MeyerI canโt be sure, of course, but Iโd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. - Edward Cullen
Stephenie MeyerHe squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.
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