Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

It's late,' he said again, murmuring, almost crooning now, his voice smoother than silk. 'Sleep, my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love.

What's up, Bella?" he asked with a big grin.I rolled my eyes. "Same old, same old.""Yeah," he agreed. "Bunch of vampires trying to kill you. The usual.

So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn't live through it, either.

My mom is part albino.

She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn't she?

He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.