You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

I Watched Her, Waiting. She Smiled. Her Lips Curved Up And The Edges, And Her Chocolate Eyes Warmed. I’d Just Admitted To Stalking Her, And She Was Smiling.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

My Old Mind Hadn’t Been Capable Of Holding This Much Love. My Old Heart Had Not Been Strong Enough To Bear It. Maybe This Was The Part Of Me That I’d Brought Forward To Be Intensified In My New Life. Like Carlisle’s Compassion And Esme’s Devotion. I Would Probably Never Be Able To Do Anything Interesting Or Special Like Edward, Alice, And Jasper Could Do. Maybe I Would Just Love Edward More Than Anyone In The History Of The World Had Ever Loved Anyone Else. I Could Live With That.

What Was It That Made This Human Love So Much More Desirable To Me Than The Love Of My Own Kind? Was It Because It Was Exclusive And Capricious? The Souls Offered Love And Acceptance To All. Did I Crave A Greater Challenge?...or Was It Simply Better Somehow? Because These Humans Hate With So Much Fury, Was The Other End Of The Spectrum That They Could Love With More Heart And Zeal And Fire?

Edward: It Wasn't The Worst Night Of My Life. Jake: Did It Make The Top Ten? Edward: Possibly. But, If I Had Been Able To Take Your Place Last Night, It Would Not Have Made The Top Ten Of The Best Nights Of My Life. Dream About That.