It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?

So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.

Isabella Swan?” He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. “I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you marry me?” There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, “Yes.” “Thank you,” he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.