Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.

The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.

I love you more than anything in the world combined.

I have to step out for a second. Don’t do anything funny while I’m gone.

I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.

Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending - but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now.