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You Never Know How Much Time You'll Have.

Not Many People Get Every Single Thing They Want Plus All The Things They Didn't Think To Ask For In The Same Day.

I Could See How Easy It Would Be To Fall Into Loving Bella. It Would Be Exactly Like Falling: Effortless. Not Letting Myself Love Her Was The Opposite Of Falling—it Was Pulling Myself Up A Cliff-face, Hand Over Hand, The Task As Grueling As If I Had No More Than Mortal Strength.

I Knew I Was Too Late—and I Was Glad Something Bloodthirsty Waited In The Wings. For In Failing At This, I Forfeited Any Desire To Live.

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