I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

Bella, would you please stop trying to take your clothes off?

I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.

But now you're unhappy," he pointed out. "And?" I challenged. "That doesn't seem fair." He shrugged, but his eyes were still intense. I laughed without humour. "Hasn't anyone told you? Life isn't fair." "I believe I have heard that somewhere before," he agreed dryly.

Jacob was a gift from the gods.