When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark - on both of you.

You scared me for a minute there. I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.

Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.

His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny. What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. "Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?" Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way. But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious." Well, then, thanks. Sort of." I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.

But I’ll never see anyone else, Bella. I only see you. Even when I close my eyes and try to see something else. Ask Quil or Embry. It drives them all crazy

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.