He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.

I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

Of course, then you nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment - because if I hadn't saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don't think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, 'Not her.