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There Was A Different Ending To New Moon Originally. It Was A Much Quieter Book. It Was Very Much All In Bellas Head.

The Worst Part Is That I Saw The Whole Thing -- Our Whole Life. And I Want It Bad, Jake, I Want It All. I Want To Stay Right Here And Never Move. I Want To Love You And Make You Happy. And I Can't, And It's Killing Me.

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb…" He Murmured. I Looked Away, Hiding My Eyes As I Thrilled To The Word. "what A Stupid Lamb," I Sighed. "what A Sick, Masochistic Lion.

It Won't Be The Same For Me," I Whispered, Half To Myself. "you Won't Let Me Be Like That. We'll Live In Antarctica." Edward Snorted, Breaking The Tension. "penguins. Lovely.