I’d never given much thought to dying- though I’d had reason enough in the last few months—but even if I had, I wouldn’t have imagined it like this.
I stared across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and she looked pleasantly back at me.
At least it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if I’d never gone to Forks, I wouldn’t be about to die now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to regret the decision. 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.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as she sauntered forward to kill me.