I'd Been Broken Beyond Repair.

It Makes Me . . . Anxious . . . To Be Away From You.

He Shifted His Weight, Throwing His Good Leg Off The Bed As If He Were Going To Try To Stand. “what Are You Doing?” I Demanded Through The Tears. “lie Down, You Idiot, You’ll Hurt Yourself!” I Jumped To My Feet And Pushed His Good Shoulder Down With Two Hands. He Surrendered, Leaning Back With A Gasp Of Pain, But He Grabbed Me Around My Waist And Pulled Me Down On The Bed, Against His Good Side. I Curled Up There, Trying To Stifle The Silly Sobs Against His Hot Skin.

This Was Why I Was Here. This Was Why I Would Take Whatever Reception Waited For Me When I Got Back. Because, Underneath All The Anger And The Sarcasm, Jacob Was In Pain. Right Now, It Was Very Clear In His Eyes. I Didn't Know How To Help Him, But I Knew I Had To Try. It Was More Than That I Owed Him. It Was Because His Pain Hurt Me, Too. Jacob Had Become A Part Of Me, And There Was No Changing That Now.

Bella: "i'd Say I'm Sorry, But I'm Not." Edward: "and I Should Feel Sorry That You're Not Sorry, But I Don't.

Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.