Over My Pile Of Ashes

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.

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

I'm Trying To Keep"― He Huffed, Shifting His Weight As The Treetop Bounced Him―"my Promise!" I Blinked My Wet Blurry Eyes, Suddenly Sure That I Was Dreaming. "when Did You Ever Promise To Kill Yourself Falling Out Of Charlie's Tree?

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

I, The Soul Named Wanderer, Love You, Human Ian And That Will Never Change No Matter What I Might Become. If I Were A Dolphin Or A Bear Or A Flower, It Wouldn't Matter. I Would Always Love You, Always Remember You. You Will Be My Only Partner." - Wanda, The Host