Edward: Bella, Please Stop Taking Your Clothes

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

I'd Loved In So Many Bodies, But Never One I Loved Like This. Never One That I Craved In This Way. Of Course, This Would Be The One I'd Have To Give Up. The Irony Made Me Laugh, And I Concentrated On The Feel Of The Air That Popped In Little Bubbles From My Chest And Up Through My Throat. Laughter Was Like A Fresh Breeze - It Cleaned Its Way Through The Body, Making Everything Feel Good. Did Other Species Have Such A Simple Healer? I Couldn't Remember One.

You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal Vampires.

You Know, Jacob, If It Weren’t For The Fact That We’re Natural Enemies And That You’re Also Trying To Steal Away The Reason For My Existence, I Might Actually Like You.

So, Instead Of Panicking, I Closed My Eyes And Spent The Twenty Minutes' Drive With Edward. I Imagined That I Had Stayed At The Airport To Meet Edward. I Visualized How I Would Stand On My Toes, The Sooner To See His Face. How Quickly, How Gracefully He Would Move Through The Crowds Of People Separating Us. And Then I Would Run To Close Those Last Few Feet Between Us - Reckless As Always - And I Would Be In His Marble Arms, Finally Safe.