You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

But I Love You, “ He Whispered. “doesn't That Matter?” “of Course It Matters. So Much. Can't You See? That Only Makes It More… Necessary.” His Eyes Flashed Open. “is It So Unbearable To Have Me Love You? Is That It? I Can Keep My Mouth Shut, Wanda. I Won't Say It Again. You Can Be With Jared, If That's What You Want. Just Stay.

I Want You, And I Want You Forever. One Lifetime Is Simply Not Enough For Me.

I’d Noticed That His Eyes Were Black – Coal Black.

It Was Not Going To Be The End Of The World. Just The End Of The Cullens. The End Of Edward, The End Of Me. I Preferred It That Way – The Last Part Anyway. I Would Not Live Without Edward Again; If He Was Leaving This World, Then I Would Be Right Behind Him.