Will you be?โ I asked, suddenly anxious. โWill you really be here?โ โAs long as you want me,โ he assured me. โI'll always want you,โ I warned him. โForever.
Stephenie MeyerI kept pushing against the black, though, almost a reflex. I wasn't trying to lift it. I was just resisting. Not allowing it to crush me completely. I wasn't Atlas, and the black felt as heavy as a planet; I couldn't shoulder it. All I could do was not be entirely obliterated.
Stephenie MeyerI wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause - no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.
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