Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
Stephenie MeyerThis isn't about them, he snarled at me. This is about Bella. She has never been the one for you, she had never chosen you, but you continue to destroy your life for her!
Stephenie MeyerIt was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
Stephenie MeyerIt is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.
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