It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

But... When I Left You, Bella, I Left You Bleeding. Jacob Was The One To Stitch You Back Up Again. That Was Bound To Leave It's Mark - On Both Of You. I'm Not Sure Those Kinds Of Stitches Dissolve On Their Own. I Can't Blame Either Of You For Something I Made Necessary. I May Gain Forgiveness, But That Doesn't Let Me Escape The Consequences.

I Can Hear Them On The Floor Below. They Will Find Me In Miuntes, Or Seconds. I Scrawl The Words On A Dirty Shred Of Newsprint. They Are Nearly Illegible, But If He Finds Them, He Will Understand: 'not Fast Enough. Love You Love Jamie. Don't Go Home' Not Only Do I Break Their Hearts, I Steal Their Refuge, Too. I Picture Our Little Canyon Abandoned, As It Must Be Forever Now. Or If Not Abandoned, A Tomb.

My Mom Is Part Albino.

After All The Thousand Times I’ve Told You I Love You, How Could You Let One Word Break Your Faith In Me?...i Could See It In Your Eyes, That You Honestly Believed That I Didn’t Want You Anymore. The Most Absurd, Ridiculous Concept—as If There Were Any Way That I Could Exist Without Needing You!

Ian Didn't Come. He Just Sat Here With You--he Said He Didn't Care What You Looked Like. He Wouldn't Let Anyone Else Put A Finger On Your Tank At All, Not Even Me Or Mel. But Doc Let Me Watch This Time. It Was Way Cool, Wanda. I Don't Know Why You Wouldn't Let Me Watch Before. They Wouldn't Let Me Help, Though. Ian Wouldn't Let Anyone Touch You But Him.' Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.