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“I was not the one she was destined to say yes to. It was someone else, someone human and warm. And I could not let myself hunt him down and kill him, because she deserved him. Whoever it was. It really didn't matter if I left, because Bella could never see me the way I wished she could. Never see me someone worthy of love. Never. Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt like mine would. "Edward," she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.”

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Midnight Sun [2008 Draft]

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Stephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer

Stephenie Meyer, born on December 24, 1973, is a renowned American author. She gained fame with her Twilight series, which has a massive global readership and was adapted into a successful film franchise. more

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