I lied, and I'm so sorry—sorry because I hurt you, sorry because it was a worthless effort. Sorry that I couldn't protect you from what I am. I lied to save you, and it didn't work. I'm sorry.
But how could you believe me? After all the thousand times I've told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?”
I didn't answer. I was too shocked to form a rational response.
“I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn't want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!
You really shouldn’t do that to people," I criticized.
"It’s hardly fair."
"Do what?"
"Dazzle them like that – she’s probably hyperventilating in the kitchen right now."
He seemed confused.
"Oh come on," I said dubiously. "You have to know the effect you have on people."
He tilted his head to one side, and his eyes were curious. "I dazzle people?"
"You haven’t noticed? Do you think everybody gets their way so easily?"
He ignored my questions. "Do I dazzle you?"
"Frequently," I admitted.
After a few minutes, he asked, real quietly, if you turned into an animal, too. And I said, ‘She wishes she was that cool!
Stephenie MeyerReal. Does that make me imaginary?
Stephenie MeyerSilently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that – with an earsplitting bang – it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.
Stephenie MeyerYOU. GOT. FOOD. IN. MY. HAIR.
Stephenie MeyerStichwörter: funny-humor
I was perfect- not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place
Stephenie MeyerIt’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.
Stephenie MeyerStichwörter: obsession jacob-black
El amor concede a los demás el poder de destruirte
Stephenie MeyerYou haven’t changed at all. I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.
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