Odd As This Might Sound, I Suppose

Edward Thought He Was Going To Ruin Bella's Life And He Made Her Happy. And That Really Was Everything For Him.

The Rains Would End, And When They Did, Ian And I Would Be Together, Partners In The Truest Sense. This Was A Promise And An Obligation I Had Never Had In All My Lives. Thinking Of It Made Me Feel Joyful And Anxious And Shy And Desperately Impatient All At The Same Time—made Me Feel Human.

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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.

Wanderer: You Don't Really Feel That Way About Me You Know. It's This Body... She's Pretty Isn't She? Ian: She Is. Melanie Is A Very Pretty Girl. Even Beautiful. But Pretty As She Is, She Is A Stranger To Me. She's Not The One I... Care About. Wanderer: It's This Body. Ian: That's Not True At All. It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What They Say. It's Not How You Look Like In That Body, It's What You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.