I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.
Stephenie MeyerYou…made…me…faint,” I accused him dizzily.
“What am I going to do with you?” he groaned in exasperation. “Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!”
I laughed weakly, letting his arms support me while my head spun.
“So much for being good at everything,” he sighed.
“That's the problem.” I was still dizzy. “You're too good. Far, far too good.
Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?”
“As long as you want me,” he assured me.
“I'll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.
And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?”
“That's right,” I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word.
He shook his head. “You're incredible.
I thought I'd explained it clearly before. Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist.
Stephenie MeyerThis was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now.
Stephenie MeyerThe way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you—and there's nothing you can do about it!”
“That's all I needed to hear.
Isabella Swan?” He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. “I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”
There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, “Yes.”
“Thank you,” he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.
Mots clés eclipse
I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward.
I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.
Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Life isn’t fair.
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