There's No Good Story Without Romance.

No Point In Ignoring The Truth. Doesn't Make It Worse To Have It Said Out Loud.

Before You, Bella, My Life Was Like A Moonless Night. Very Dark, But There Were Stars, Points Of Light And Reason. ...and Then You Shot Across My Sky Like A Meteor. Suddenly Everything Was On Fire; There Was Brilliancy, There Was Beauty. When You Were Gone, When The Meteor Had Fallen Over The Horizon, Everything Went Black. Nothing Had Changed, But My Eyes Were Blinded By The Light. I Couldn’t See The Stars Anymore. And There Was No More Reason, For Anything.

You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella. I See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun.