Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

She just keeps saying "He’s gone.

You know when things are bad when you feel guilty for being rude to vampires. Jacob B. Ch.14

After eighteen years of being utterly ordinary, I finally found that I can shine" -Bella Swan <3

I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. "Just in case," he muttered against my hair, crushing me in a bear hug that about to broke my ribs. "Can't―breathe!" I gasped.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn’t know how potent that part might be - that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.