I Like The Night. Without The Dark,

I Honestly Have No Idea How To Live Without You.

I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Myself Closer To Him Until My Lips Touched His.

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.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

You Think Of Me As A... Living Stone - Hard And Cold. That's True. We Are Set The Way We Are, And It Is Very Rare For Us To Experience A Real Change. When That Happens, As When Bella Entered My Life, It Is A Permanent Change. There's No Going Back.