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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.
I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period.
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.
But
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Part of me wanted to confront him and demand to know what his problem was. While I was lying sleepless in my bed, I even imagined what I would say. But I knew
myself too well to think I would really have the guts to do it. I made the Cowardly Lion look like the terminator.
His fingers were ice cold, like he’d been holding them in a snowdrift before class.
When he touched me, it stung my hand as if an electric current had passed through us.
“But I’d be willing to bet that you’re suffering more than you let anyone see.”
If I was being honest with myself,
I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Edward Cullen. And that was very, very stupid.
“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.
Edward Cullen was not… human. He was something more.
Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.
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.
“You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.”
“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…,” he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. “What a stupid lamb,” I sighed.
“You look lovely.” He took my hand easily, without thinking about it.
“He did?” Charlie’s eyes lit up. “That’s my favorite.”
“We’re both juniors,” I corrected, though he was
“Would I let a tree hurt you?” His lips barely brushed against my trembling lower lip.
“You can sleep, sweetheart, I’ll carry you,” Edward soothed me.
