Youโre not asleep, and youโre not dead. Iโm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didnโt want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.
Stephenie MeyerHe was giving up on keeping me alive, letting natureโor rather mob justiceโtake its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.
Stephenie Meyer