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“Her heart fluttered; my dead heart felt warmer.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.”
― Stephen King, The Shining

“Edward,” she mumbled softly.
She was dreaming of me.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to.
“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.” She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream.
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.
When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun