Twilight / Life and Death (The Twilight Saga)

by Stephenie Meyer

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

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.

“They seemed nice enough to me. I just noticed they kept to themselves. They’re all very attractive,” I added, trying to be more complimentary. “You should see the doctor,” Charlie said, laughing. “It’s a good thing he’s happily married.

His dark gold eyes confused me, and I answered without thinking.

“You put on a good show,” he said slowly. “But I’d be willing to bet that you’re suffering more than you let anyone see.”

It was still the gray-green light of a cloudy day in the forest, but it was clearer somehow. I

Charlie had gotten up who knows how early to put snow chains on my truck. My throat suddenly felt tight. I wasn’t used to being taken care of, and Charlie’s unspoken concern caught me by surprise.

My intuition flickered; the doctor was in on it.

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?” “No.” “In that case… I hope you enjoy disappointment.”

After that, he was in my dreams nearly every night, but always on the periphery, never within reach.

Did Edward notice how Mike’s eyes flickered in his direction?

What did he mean, it was better if we weren’t friends? My stomach twisted as I realized what he must have meant. He must see how absorbed I was by him; he must not want to lead me on… so we couldn’t even be friends… because he wasn’t interested in me at all.

I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.

“Bella, it’s not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant.” His voice was quiet as usual—velvet, muted.

“Do you want a ride to Seattle?” “With who?” I asked, mystified. “Myself, obviously.” He enunciated every syllable, as if he were talking to someone mentally handicapped. I was still stunned.

“I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.”

“Will you go with me to Seattle?” he asked, still intense. I couldn’t speak yet, so I just nodded. He smiled briefly, and then his face became serious. “You really should stay away from me,” he warned. “I’ll see you in class.” He turned abruptly and walked back the way we’d come.

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“Why don’t you sit with me today?” he asked, smiling. I sat down automatically, watching him with caution.

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“I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”

“I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.” “They’ll survive.” I could feel their stares boring into my back. “I may not give you back, though,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. I gulped.

“You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?” “I don’t like double standards.” We stared at each other, unsmiling.

“I just wondered… if you could warn me beforehand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. Just so I’m prepared.”

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Was he a hypnotist, too? Or was I just a hopeless pushover?

He demonstrated, squeezing Mike’s finger till the blood flowed. I swallowed convulsively, my stomach heaving.

“So you faint at the sight of blood?” he asked. This seemed to entertain him.

“Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?” He smiled crookedly.

It was so easy to make Mike happy.

“Seriously, though, don’t say anything to Charlie. He was pretty mad at my dad when he heard that some of us weren’t going to the hospital since Dr. Cullen started working there.”

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In his place was a large red-brown wolf with black eyes.

There was one thing I was sure of, if I was sure of anything. The dark Edward in my dream last night was a reflection only of my fear of the word Jacob had spoken, and not Edward himself. Even so, when I’d screamed out in terror at the werewolf’s lunge, it wasn’t fear for the wolf that brought the cry of “no” to my lips. It was fear that he would be harmed—even as he called to me with sharp-edged fangs, I feared for him.

Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through—usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, like my decision to come to Forks. But it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.

I opened the window—surprised when it opened silently, without sticking, not having opened it in who knows how many years—and

But when he smiled I could see a little of the man who had run away with Renée when she was just two years older than I was now.

“I’ve always been very good at repressing unpleasant things.”

“Your number was up the first time I met you.”

I felt a spasm of fear at his words, and the abrupt memory of his violent black glare that first day… but the overwhelming sense of safety I felt in his presence stifled it.

“I hear voices in my mind and you’re worried that you’re the freak,”

“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.

His breath blew in my face, stunning me. It was the same exquisite scent that clung to his jacket, but in a more concentrated form. I blinked, thoroughly dazed. He leaned away.

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 couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t disappear inconveniently again.

“I can’t be sure—I don’t know how to read minds—but sometimes it seems like you’re trying to say goodbye when you’re saying something else.”

“Bears?” I repeated with difficulty. “Grizzly is Emmett’s favorite.”

“He looks at you like… like you’re something to eat,” he continued, ignoring me. I choked back the hysteria that threatened to explode, but a small giggle managed to get out despite my efforts. He glowered at me. I waved and fled to the locker room.

Did they know that I knew? Was I supposed to know that they knew that I knew, or not?

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Such as the time he asked my favorite gemstone, and I blurted out topaz before thinking. He’d been flinging questions at me with such speed that I felt like I was taking one of those psychiatric tests where you answer with the first word that comes to mind. I was sure he would have continued down whatever mental list he was following, except for the blush. My face reddened because, until very recently, my favorite gemstone was garnet. It was impossible, while staring back into his topaz eyes, not to remember the reason for the switch. And, naturally, he wouldn’t rest until I’d admitted why I was embarrassed.

“It’s twilight,” Edward murmured, looking at the western horizon, obscured as it was with clouds. His voice was thoughtful, as if his mind were somewhere far away. I stared at him as he gazed unseeingly out the windshield.

“Dad, you’re doing a great job.” I smiled, hoping my relief didn’t show. “I’ve never minded being alone—I’m too much like you.” I winked at him, and he smiled his crinkly-eyed smile.

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“Having the advantages I do,” he murmured, touching his forehead discreetly, “I have a better than average grasp of human nature. People are predictable. But you… you never do what I expect. You always take me by surprise.”