Twilight / Life and Death (The Twilight Saga)

by Stephenie Meyer

“Alice already saw it, didn’t she?” I guessed. “That’s why the things she says upset you. She knows I’m going to be like you… someday.” “She’s wrong. She also saw you dead, but that didn’t happen, either.” “You’ll never catch me betting against Alice.”

“This is completely ridiculous. Why are you crying?” he demanded in frustration. “Because I’m mad!” “Bella.” He turned the full force of his scorching golden eyes on me. “What?” I muttered, distracted. “Humor me,” he insisted.

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

“In what strange parallel dimension would I ever have gone to prom of my own free will? If you weren’t a thousand times stronger than me, I would never have let you get away with this.”

“So ready for this to be the end,” he murmured, almost to himself, “for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You’re ready to give up everything.” “It’s not the end, it’s the beginning,” I disagreed under my breath. “I’m not worth it,” he said sadly.