When I Told You I Didn't Want

I Was Just Wondering Why You Stabbed Him. Not That I Object.

Making Decisions Was The Painful Part For Me, The Part I Agonized Over. But Once The Decision Was Made, I Simply Followed Through—usually With Relief That The Choice Was Made. Sometimes The Relief Was Tainted By Despair, Like My Decision To Come To Forks. But It Was Still Better Than Wrestling With The Alternatives.

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

Stop It, Mom, You're Making Me Blush.

Bella: How Could I Live With Myself When It’s My Fault? None Of You Should Be Risking Yourselves For Me – Jasper: Bella, Bella, Stop. You’re Worrying All The Wrong Things, Bella. Trust Me On This – None Of Us Are In Jeopardy… Our Family Is Strong. Our Only Fear Is Losing You. Bella: But Why Should You – Alice: It’s Been Almost A Century That Edward’s Been Alone. Now He’s Found You. You Can’t See The Changes That We See, We Who Have Been With Him For So Long. Do You Think Any Of Us Want To Look Into His Eyes For The Next Hundred Years If He Loses You?