miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2008

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.

Bella, I won’t let anything hurt you — not even yourself. I won’t let go of you once, I promise.

Edward opened my door and took my hand, then drew me into the protecting enclosure of his arm. He walked me swiftly toward the house, eyes always roving through the night.

I promise… I swear not to hurt you.

Stay, Edward, stay with me…

I heard my favorite sound in the world: Edward’s quiet laugh, weak with relief.

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