Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

It's something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart--not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end...their love is their only redeeming quality.

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder

Forever is only the beginning

Fine,' Jared snapped. 'But if you try cuddling up to me tonight... so help me, O'Shea." Ian chuckled. ' Not to sound overly arrogant, but to be perfectly honest, Jared, were I so inclined, I think I could do better.