My own life meant little to me today.įOR BELLA SWAN THERE IS ONE THING more important than life itself: Edward Cullen. But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. I FELT LIKE I WAS TRAPPED IN ONE OF THOSE TERRIFYING NIGHTMARES, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. I was perfect - not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again.
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