Twilight

I’D NEVER GIVEN MUCH THOUGHT TO HOW I WOULD die—though I’d had reason enough in the last

few months—but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.

I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he

looked pleasantly back at me.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even.

That ought to count for something.

I knew that if I’d never gone to Forks, I wouldn’t be facing death now. But, terrified as I was,

I couldn’t bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of

your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.

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