intersections down, streetlamps, cars, and more pedestrians, but they were all too far away. Because lounging against the western building, midway down the street, were the other two men from the group, both watching with excited smiles as I froze dead on the sidewalk. I realized then that I wasn‘t being followed.
I was being herded.
7. OMD, ?DREAMING?
Chapter 12 He was too perfect, I realized with a piercing stab of despair. There was no way this godlike creature could be meant for me.
He stared at me, bewildered by my tortured expression.
?Do you want to go home?? he said quietly, a different pain than mine saturating his voice.
?No.? I walked forward till I was close beside him, anxious not to waste one second of whatever time I might have with him.
8. DAVID GRAY, ?PLEASE FORGIVE ME?
Chapter 13 ?Be very still,? he whispered, as if I wasn‘t already frozen.
Slowly, never moving his eyes from mine, he leaned toward me. Then abruptly, but very gently, he rested his cold cheek against the hollow at the base of my throat. I was quite unable to move, even if I‘d wanted to. I listened to the sound of his even breathing, watching the sun and wind play in his bronze hair, more human than any other part of him.
With deliberate slowness, his hands slid down the sides of my neck. I shivered, and I heard him catch his breath. But his hands didn‘t pause as they softly moved to my shoulders, and then stopped.
His face drifted to the side, his nose skimming across my collarbone. He came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly against my chest.
Listening to my heart.
?Ah,? he sighed.
?Music is my one necessary tool. I put on music that fits the mood of what I‘m writing, to help me stay in the zone and get the emotional tone right.?
— Stephenie
9. DIDO, ?HERE WITH ME?
Chapter 15 ?I love you,? I whispered.
?You are my life now,? he answered simply.
There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.
10. MUSE, ?TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
Chapter 21 Slowly, slowly, my thoughts started to break past that brick wall of pain. To plan. For I had no choices now but one: to go to the mirrored room and die. I had no guarantees, nothing to give to keep my mother alive. I could only hope that James would be satisfied with winning the game, that beating Edward would be enough. Despair gripped me; there was no way to bargain, nothing I could offer or withhold that could influence him. But I still had no choice. I had to try.
I pushed the terror back as well as I could. My decision was made. It did no good to waste time agonizing over the outcome. I had to think clearly, because Alice and Jasper were waiting for me, and evading them was absolutely essential, and absolutely impossible.
11. COLLECTIVE SOUL, ?TREMBLE FOR MY BELOVED?
Chapter 24 ?You don‘t know what you‘re asking.? His voice was soft; he stared intently at the edge of the pillowcase.
?I think I do.?
?Bella, you don‘t know. I‘ve had almost ninety years to think about this, and I‘m still not sure.?
12. THE CRANBERRIES, ?DREAMS?
Chapter 24 ?I‘ll be the first to admit that I have no experience with relationships,? I said.
?But it just seems logical… a man and woman have to be somewhat equal… as in, one of them can‘t always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally.?
He folded his arms on the side of my bed and rested his chin on his arms. His expression was smooth, the anger reined in. Evidently he‘d decided he wasn‘t angry with me. I hoped I‘d get a chance to warn Alice before he caught up with her.
?You
?I can‘t always be Lois Lane,? I insisted. ?I want to be Superman, too.?
13. BILLY JOEL, ?LULLABY (GOODNIGHT, MY ANGEL)?
Epilogue ?I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn‘t that enough??
?Yes, it is enough,? he answered, smiling. ?Enough for forever.?
And he leaned down to press his cold lips once more to my throat.
1. THE FLAMING LIPS, ?DO YOU REALIZE?
Chapter 1 I‘d been dreading this day for months.
All through the perfect summer — the happiest summer I had ever had, the happiest summer anyone anywhere had ever had, and the rainiest summer in the history of the Olympic Peninsula — this bleak date had lurked in ambush, waiting to spring.
