💙 Jasper Hale 💙

She had the opposite reaction. Instead of running, she lingered, drawn to what should frighten her. How could I protect her from myself when neither of us wanted that?

edward, one page later:

Suddenly, as she ate, a strange comparison entered my head. For just a second, I saw Persephone, pomegranate in hand. Dooming herself to the underworld. Is that who I was? Hades himself, coveting springtime, stealing it, condemning it to endless night. I tried unsuccessfully to shake the impression.

bella, aspiring monster and monsterfucker, meanwhile:

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.

“I feel like I need adrenaline just to even function, otherwise I’ll literally just sit there. I’m just a grog. I hype myself up into a state of nervous tension before almost anything. I had the same process with every single job. I would be super excited, had a ton of ideas about stuff, and the closer you get to the job, it’s the same cycle where your confidence would completely fall out, you hate yourself, and then you’re looking for any excuse. You’re looking for the exit strategy before you’ve even started. […] My agents won’t even listen to my panicked calls to this effect anymore. They tell me: ‘This is just your process.’”