Book: New moon. Page 3

There was a feeling that change is coming. Not a pleasant feeling, but life in General is a difficult thing.

Returned chest pain, she was opened, when there was no Jacob, but now she did not give such an unbearable, throbbing pain.

But what if that wound will never heal? Her bleeding edges never healed?

Inside, everything is compressed and from which I want to shrink into a ball to a gaping wound in his chest tore apart.

The only thing I knew I felt dead soul and every cell of the body: pet has over an enormous loving power can subjugate and break.

Romeo was one of my favorite fictional characters. Until then, until I met Edward.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Time goes on. Even when you think that it's impossible. Even when each movement of the second hand of the watch painful like pulsating taps of blood after an injury. It goes smoothly, swaying uncertainly, then runs, then dies, but still continues to go. Even for me.

Just like the lost companion, whose planet is destroyed is inconceivable, in the best tradition of Hollywood horror movies cataclysm, I continued to spin on the old orbit, in defiance of all the laws of gravity.

It is unlikely the pain will lessen with time, rather, I will be so strong that I can't take it anymore.

Edward loved me. The relationship that exists between us could not be broken in his absence, distance, or time. And no matter how perfect, or beautiful, or stunning, or perfect, more than I, he was - he was associated with me as I with him. I always belonged to him, and he was mine.

And if it doesn't survive?
Well, this is my favorite scenario.
You're very strange, even to death.
Thank you.

Now that this day has finally arrived, I felt old. Of course I was getting old every second, but today old age has given a sort of official character: I turned to vosemnadtsati.

I no longer wanted to fight. And the reason was not carelessness or cold, and not that the hands of exhausted refused to work, I was just happy with the situation, which was. I was almost happy that it's over. It was the most easy death, of those that I saw. Strange quiet.

Bella, you insult me! I'm proposing to you, and it is taken for a joke...
- Edward, please, come on seriously!
- Yes, I'm serious!
- Look, I'm only eighteen.
- And I'm nearly a hundred and ten - the time to settle down!