I Was Stronger Than Edward. I'd Made

I Tried To Concentrate On The Angel's Voice Instead. "bella, Please! Bella, Listen To Me, Please, Please, Please, Bella, Please!" He Begged. Yes, I Wanted To Say. Anything. But I Couldn't Find My Lips. "carlisle!" The Angel Called, Agony In His Perfect Voice. "bella, Bella, No, Oh Please, No, No!" And The Angel Was Sobbing Tearless, Broken Sobs. The Angel Shouldn't Weep, It Was Wrong. I Tried To Find Him, To Tell Him Everything Was Fine, But The Water Was So Deep, It Was Pressing On Me, And I Couldn't Breathe.

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

Is My Mom All Right?" "she's Perfectly Fine. Don't Worry, Bella, I Have No Quarrel With Her. Unless You Didn't Come Alone, Of Course." Light, Amused. "i'm Alone." I'd Never Been More Alone In My Entire Life.

Of Course, I Still Saw Edward At School, Because There Wasn't Anything Charlie [her Dad] Could Do About That. And Then, Edward Spent Almost Every Night In My Room, Too, But Charlie Wasn't Precisely Aware Of That. Edward's Ability To Climb Easily And Silently Through My Second-story Window Was Almost As Useful As His Ability To Read Charlie's Mind.

There Was No Way Jacob Would Voluntarily Miss An Afternoon With Renesmee Sans Bloodsuckers. -bella Cullen