She reminded me of what it did to her when I left โ what it still does to her when I leave. She feels horrible about bringing that up, but sheโs right. Iโll never be able to make up for that, but Iโll never stop trying anyway.
Stephenie MeyerTwilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.
Stephenie MeyerThat's the funny thing about knowing you can't have something. It makes you desperate.
Stephenie MeyerIt will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me. I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. 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.
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