One Of The Many Hazards

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

I Was Just Wondering Why You Stabbed Him. Not That I Object.

Whoa, Whoa! Hold Up, There, Kid. She Lives In Forks, Remember? So She Gets Rained On.

The Only Reason I Left Was To Protect You.

My Life And His Were Twisted Into A Single Strand. Cut One, And You Cut Both. If He Were Gone, I Would Not Be Able To Live Through That. If I Were Gone, He Wouldn't Live Through It, Either.