Breaking Dawn

If I did the easy thing now, let the black nothingness erase me, I would hurt them.

Edward. Edward. 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. And a world without Edward seemed completely
pointless. Edward had to exist.

Jacob—who’d said goodbye to me over and over but kept coming back when I needed
him. Jacob, who I’d wounded so many times it was criminal. Would I hurt him again,
the worst way yet? He’d stayed for me, despite everything. Now all he asked was that I
stay for him.