The Wasting Of Finite Resources Is Everyones

We're A Bit Sensitive To Blood Around Here. I'm Sure You Can Understand That.

Now And Then I See Something In Her Eyes, And I Wonder If I’ve Ever Grasped How Much Pain She’s Really In.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

I'm Trying To Keep"― He Huffed, Shifting His Weight As The Treetop Bounced Him―"my Promise!" I Blinked My Wet Blurry Eyes, Suddenly Sure That I Was Dreaming. "when Did You Ever Promise To Kill Yourself Falling Out Of Charlie's Tree?

It Was Not Going To Be The End Of The World. Just The End Of The Cullens. The End Of Edward, The End Of Me. I Preferred It That Way – The Last Part Anyway. I Would Not Live Without Edward Again; If He Was Leaving This World, Then I Would Be Right Behind Him.