The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?

Is my mom all right?" "She's perfectly fine. don't worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn't come alone, of course." Light, amused. "I'm alone." I'd never been more alone in my entire life.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.