I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

You dont know how hard it was for me to take you and leave them alive.

You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)

I had the feeling Edward wasn't the kind of person anyone got used to.

I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.