𝑴𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 ✪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲

𝗜 had always given quite a bit of thought about 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.

I didn't want to die in the place of my loved ones. I didn't want them to have to remember me by a landmark or stupid shop. I want to be far, far away, where it didn't matter if i was immortal or not.

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 agree to that. Why was I the one dying? should be more Bella than me if anything. 

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. Even when the expectations weren't what you were wanting in the first place.

Though us traitors always cheated death, like a contemporary dance of bloodshed.

The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me. How easy I was making this for him.

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