The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.

I'm trying to keep"― he huffed, shifting his weight as the treetop bounced him―"my promise!" I blinked my wet blurry eyes, suddenly sure that I was dreaming. "When did you ever promise to kill yourself falling out of Charlie's tree?

Something I've never seen in all my lives. I'm staring at... hope." - Wanda

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.

It was not going to be the end of the world. Just the end of the Cullens. The end of Edward, the end of me. I preferred it that way – the last part anyway. I would not live without Edward again; if he was leaving this world, then I would be right behind him.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.