It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated. -- Bella Cullen

I Stared Into Jared's Eyes, And The Strangest Thing Happened. All The Melting And Melding I Had Just Been Through Was Shoved Aside, Into The Smallest Part Of My Body, The Little Corner That I Took Up Physically. The Rest Of Me Yearned Toward Jared With The Same Desperate, Half-crazed Hunger I'd Felt Since The First Time I'd Seen Him Here. This Body Barely Belonged To Me Or To Melanie-it Belonged To Him.

Not Many People Get Every Single Thing They Want Plus All The Things They Didn't Think To Ask For In The Same Day.

But Now You're Unhappy," He Pointed Out. "and?" I Challenged. "that Doesn't Seem Fair." He Shrugged, But His Eyes Were Still Intense. I Laughed Without Humour. "hasn't Anyone Told You? Life Isn't Fair." "i Believe I Have Heard That Somewhere Before," He Agreed Dryly.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.