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Volvo owner that sparkles in the sunshine and bites me,named Edward...Is that really so much to ask for ?

- How old are you?
- Seventeen- he answered promptly.
- And how long have you been seventeen?
His lips twitched as he stared at the road...
- A while...- he admitted at last.

Stupid shiny Volvo owner.

Yes, it is enough. Enough forever.

It’s twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way… the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn’t know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

I hear voices in my mind and you’re worried that you’re the freak.

Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Life isn’t fair.

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.

So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I’ve never seen him act like that.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. When each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

We watched zombies eat people. It was great!

You're wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you, and you think it's a joke.

Alice called. She got nervous when your future abruptly disappeared five minutes ago.

So eager for eternal damnation.

Absolutely not, I agreed.

Idiots - Alice muttered.

-Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.

- And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
- What a stupid lamb...
-What a sick, masochistic lion...