Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt

But... When I Left You, Bella, I Left You Bleeding. Jacob Was The One To Stitch You Back Up Again. That Was Bound To Leave It's Mark - On Both Of You. I'm Not Sure Those Kinds Of Stitches Dissolve On Their Own. I Can't Blame Either Of You For Something I Made Necessary. I May Gain Forgiveness, But That Doesn't Let Me Escape The Consequences.

The Sun Was Hot On My Skin, Too Bright As It Bounced Off The White Concrete And Blinded Me. I Felt Dangerously Exposed. More Fiercely Than I Would Have Dreamed I Was Capable Of, I Wished For The Green, Protective Forest Of Forks . . . Of Home.

I Think There Are Many Feminists Who Would Say That I Am Not A Feminist. I Love Women, I Have A Lot Of Girlfriends, I Admire Them, They Make So Much More Sense To Me Than Men, And I Feel Like The World Is A Better Place When Women Are In Charge. So That Kind Of By Default Makes Me A Feminist. I Love Working In A Female World.

I Am Switzerland. I Refuse To Be Affected By Territorial Disputes Between Mythical Creatures.

It Was All Very Childish. Why On Earth Should Edward Have To Leave For Jacob To Come Over? Weren't We Past This Immaturity?