After All, How Many Ways

I Said It Would Be Better If We Weren’t Friends, Not That I Didn’t Want To Be.

I Had The Feeling Edward Wasn't The Kind Of Person Anyone Got Used To.

Eight Full Lives,” I Whispered Against His Jaw, My Voice Breaking. “eight Full Lives And I Never Found Anyone I Would Stay On A Planet For, Anyone I Would Follow When They Left. I Never Found A Partner. Why Now? Why You? You're Not Of My Species. How Can You Be My Partner?” “it's A Strange Universe,” He Murmured. “it's Not Fair,” I Complained, Echoing Sunny's Words. It Wasn't Fair. How Could I Find This, Find Love–now, In This Eleventh Hour–and Have To Leave It? Was It Fair That My Soul And Body Couldn't Reconcile? Was It Fair That I Had To Love Melanie, Too?

I'm Just Here To Be Your Friend. Your Best Friend, One Last Time.

And I Started To Cry Again, Realizing That It Must Be Changing Him, Too, This Man Who Was Kind Enough To Be A Soul But Strong As Only A Human Could Be.