Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

Good or Bad? Good. That's what I thought

I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.

We're a bit sensitive to blood around here. I'm sure you can understand that.

Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty...all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine.

He didn't ask what I was thinking, which was out of character for him. I guessed that meant that he was just as nervous as I suddenly was.

But... when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave it's mark - on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can't blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn't let me escape the consequences.