Darkness Is So Predictable.

This Isn't About Them, He Snarled At Me. This Is About Bella. She Has Never Been The One For You, She Had Never Chosen You, But You Continue To Destroy Your Life For Her!

Let Her See Me Clearly.

I Said It Would Be Better If We Weren’t Friends, Not That I Didn’t Want To Be.

Eight Full Lives,” I Whispered Against His Jaw, My Voice Breaking. “eight Full Lives And I Never Found Anyone I Would Stay On A Planet For, Anyone I Would Follow When They Left. I Never Found A Partner. Why Now? Why You? You're Not Of My Species. How Can You Be My Partner?” “it's A Strange Universe,” He Murmured. “it's Not Fair,” I Complained, Echoing Sunny's Words. It Wasn't Fair. How Could I Find This, Find Love–now, In This Eleventh Hour–and Have To Leave It? Was It Fair That My Soul And Body Couldn't Reconcile? Was It Fair That I Had To Love Melanie, Too?

It Was Like Someone Had Died- Like I Had Died. Because It Had Been More Than Just Losing The Truest Of True Loves, As If That Were Not Enough To Kill Anyone. It Was Also Losing A Whole Future, A Whole Family- The Whole Life That I'd Chosen...