That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.

And then, as the room went black, I was suddenly hyperaware that Edward was sitting less than an inch from me. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, my hands balling into fists. I was losing my mind.

In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something Edward didn't want me to know. Something that Jacob wouldn't have kept from me.... It was never going to end, was it?

Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.

Love, life, meaning...over.

Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers.

It's too easy to be myself with you.