I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.

Here's to responsibility, twice a week.

One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

Only you could be more important than what I wanted...what I needed. What I want and what I need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave again.

So, instead of panicking, I closed my eyes and spent the twenty minutes' drive with Edward. I imagined that I had stayed at the airport to meet Edward. I visualized how I would stand on my toes, the sooner to see his face. How quickly, how gracefully he would move through the crowds of people separating us. And then I would run to close those last few feet between us - reckless as always - and I would be in his marble arms, finally safe.

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

The shadows didn't seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.