from Stephenie Meyer’s New Moon

Wednesday, September 3rd @ 11:55 pm | miscellany

“Will you please try to hear what I’m telling you now? Will you let me attempt to explain what you mean to me?”

He waited, studying my face as he spoke to make sure I was really listening.

“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars–points of light and reason. …And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.”

I wanted to believe him. But this was my life without him that he was describing, not the other way around.

“Your eyes will adjust,” I mumbled.

“That’s just the problem–they can’t.”

“What about your distractions?

He laughed without a trace of humor. “Just part of the lie, love. There was no distraction from the . . . the agony. My heart hasn’t beat in almost ninety years, but this was different. It was like my heart was gone–like I was hollow. Like I’d left everything that was inside me here with you.”

“That’s funny,” I muttered.

He arched one perfect eyebrow. “Funny?”

“I meant strange–I thought it was just me. Lots of pieces of me went missing, too. I haven’t been able to really breathe in so long.” I filled my lungs, luxuriating in the sensation. “And my heart. That was definitely lost.”



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