She Is Mine.' Edward’s Low Voice Was

No One Had To Tell Me Anything. I Know What I Am

I Can Always Make Things Longer Than I Intend For Them To Be, But Cutting Things Down Is Just Brutal. It's Like Cutting Off Your Fingers Every Time You Lose A Word.

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

I Miss You Already I Don’t Need To Leave. I Can Stay. . . . Mmmm.

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.