I was halfway asleep, maybe more, when I realized what his kiss had reminded me of: last spring, when he’d had to leave me to throw James off my trail, Edward had kissed me goodbye, not knowing when—or if—we would see each other again. This kiss had the same almost painful edge for some reason I couldn’t imagine. I shuddered into unconsciousness, as if I were already having a nightmare.


“It took me only a few years to return to Carlisle and recommit to his vision. I thought I would be exempt from the… depression… that accompanies a conscience. Because I knew the thoughts of my prey, I could pass over the innocent and pursue only the evil. If I followed a murderer down a dark alley where he stalked a young girl — if I saved her, then surely I wasn’t so terrible. But as time went on, I began to see the monster in my eyes. I couldn’t escape the debt of so much human life taken, no matter how justified. And I went back to Carlisle and Esme. They welcomed me back like the prodigal. It was more than I deserved.”


17th June | Day 4 - “Your eyes change colour”

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it.
He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion.
As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair,
the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind. ********* I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time
he’d glared at me — the color was striking against the background
of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were
a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than
butterscotch, but with the same golden tone.

Edward and Bella + post-kiss wooziness

When the story started out,neither Bella nor Edward believed that they could find happiness because they were different from others. But now, we are beginning to see glimpses that they may indeed be able to find happiness together.

To the reader, i sincerely hope that your own unique nature is loved, particularly by yourself…

       -Young Kim illustrator of Twilight Graphic Novel