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.
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Stephenie MeyerNudity was an inconvenient but unavoidable part of pack life. We'๏ฟฝd all thought nothing of it before Leah came along. Then it got awkward. - Jacob Black
Stephenie MeyerI was just thinking โ today is the first and last day of forever. Itโs kind of hard to wrap my head around it. Even with all this extra room for wrapping.
Stephenie MeyerHow old are you?โ she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. โSeventeen.โ โAnd how long have you been seventeen?โ I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. โA while,โ I admitted. โOkay,โ she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.
Stephenie MeyerI stared into her eyes, wide under the thick fringe of lashes, and yearned for sleep. Not for oblivion, as I had before, not to escape boredom, but because I wanted to *dream*. Maybe, if I could be unconscious, if I could dream, I could live for a few hours in a world where she and I could be together. She dreamed of me. I wanted to dream of her.
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