Life and Death: Twilight Reimagined (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.

Seriously, though, this wasn’t a life and death situation—it was just high school. It’s not like anyone was going to bite me.

All that mattered was that I loved her, more than I’d ever imagined it was possible to love anything. She was everything I wanted, the only thing I would ever want.

“It’s so strange,” she said. “You read about something . . . you hear about it in other people’s minds, you watch it happen to them . . . and it doesn’t prepare you even in the slightest for experiencing it yourself. The glory of first love. It’s more than I was expecting.”

Her eyes got a little wider, her face more vulnerable. “You said you loved me,” she whispered. “You already knew that.” “It was different, hearing the words.” I stared into her eyes. “I love you,” I said. She leaned down and rested her forehead carefully against mine. “You are my life now.”

“It feels like my life never had a point until I found you. You’re the life I was waiting for.”