Neither of us had ever given much thought to how we would die-though we'd had reason enough in the past few months-but, even if we did, I don't think it would have been like this.
We both stared without breathing across the long room, in the dark eyes of the two hunters, and they stared pleasantly back at us.
Surely it was a good way to die? In the place of someone we loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something, I suppose.
I knew that if me and my sister had never moved to Forks, we wouldn't be facing death. But, I knew this was the same for my sister, neither of us regretted the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not unreasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunters smiled in a friendly way, as they sauntered forward to kill us.