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He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

Do I Dazzle You? - Edward Frequently - Bella

I Knew The Human Exaggeration For Sorrow-a Broken Heart.

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What You Say. It's Not How You Look In That Body, But The Thing You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.