Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm a idiot.

With our rarely changing temperaments strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But he said I did not need to worry about that part – you had already altered me so completely.

I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.

Eight full lives,” I whispered against his jaw, my voice breaking. “Eight full lives and I never found anyone I would stay on a planet for, anyone I would follow when they left. I never found a partner. Why now? Why you? You're not of my species. How can you be my partner?” “It's a strange universe,” he murmured. “It's not fair,” I complained, echoing Sunny's words. It wasn't fair. How could I find this, find love–now, in this eleventh hour–and have to leave it? Was it fair that my soul and body couldn't reconcile? Was it fair that I had to love Melanie, too?

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .