He pulled me into the cradle of his arms as the sobs broke free again。
This longest of days seemed to stretch on and on and on。 I wondered if it would ever end。
But； though the night dragged relentlessly； it was not the worst night of my life。 I took fort from that。
And I was not alone。 There was a great deal of fort in that； too。
Charlie’s fear of emotional outbursts kept him from checking on me； though I was not quiet — he
probably got no more sleep than I did。
My hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight。 I could see every mistake I’d made； every bit of harm I’d
done； the small things and the big things。 Each pain I’d caused Jacob； each wound I’d given Edward； stacked
up into neat piles that I could not ignore or deny。
And I realized that I’d been wrong all along about the mags。 It had not been Edward and Jacob that
I’d been trying to force together； it was the two parts of myself； Edward’s Bella and Jacob’s Bella。 But they
could not exist together； and I never should have tried。
I’d done so much damage。
At some point in the night； I remembered the promise I’d made to myself early this morning — that I
would never make Edward see me shed another tear for Jacob Black。 The thought brought on a round of
hysteria which frightened Edward more than the weeping。 But it passed； too； when it had run its course。
Edward said little； he just held me on the bed and let me ruin his shirt； staining it with salt water。
It took longer than I thought it would for that smaller； broken part of me to cry herself out。 It happened；
though； and I was eventually exhausted enough to sleep。 Unconsciousness did not bring full relief from the
pain； just a numbing； dulling ease； like medicine。 Made it more bearable。 But it was still there； I was aware of
it； even asleep； and that helped me to make the adjustments I needed to make。
The morning brought with it； if not a brighter outlook； as least a measure of control； some acceptance。
Instinctively； I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache。 That was just going to be a part of me
now。 Time would make it easier — that’s what everyone always said。 But I didn’t care if time healed me or
not； so long as Jacob could get better。 Could be happy again。
When I woke up； there was no disorientation。 I opened my eyes — finally dry — and met his anxious
gaze。
“Hey；” I said。 My voice was hoarse。 I cleared my throat。
He didn’t answer。 He watched me； waiting for it to start。
“No； I’m fine；” I promised。 “That won’t happen again。”
His eyes tightened at my words。
“I’m sorry that you had to see that；” I said。 “That wasn’t fair to you。”
He put his hands on either side of my face。
“Bella 。 。 。 are you sure？ Did you make the right choice？ I’ve never seen you in so much pain —” His
voice broke on the last word。
But I had known worse pain。
I touched his lips。 “Yes。”
“I don’t know。 。 。 。” His brow creased。 “If it hurts you so much； how can it possibly be the right thing for
you？”
“Edward； I know who I can’t live without。”
“But 。 。 。”
I shook my head。 “You don’t understand。 You may be brave enough or strong enough to live without me；
if that’s what’s best。 But I could never be that selfsacrificing。 I have to be with you。 It’s the only way I can
live。”
He still looked dubious。 I should never have let him stay with me last night。 But I had needed him so much。
。 。 。
“Hand me that book； will you？” I asked； pointing over his shoulder。
His eyebrows pulled together in confusion； but he gave it to me quickly。
“This again？” he asked。
“I just wanted to find this one part I remembered 。 。 。 to see how she said it。 。 。 。” I flipped through the
book； finding the page I wanted easily。 The corner was dogeared from the many times I’d stopped here。
“Cathy’s a monster； but there were a few things she got right；” I muttered。 I read the lines quietly； mostly to
myself。 “‘If all else perished； and he remained； I should still continue to be； and ifall else remained； and he
were annihilated； the universe would turn to a mighty stranger。’” I nodded； again to myself。 “I know exactly
what she means。 And I know who I can’t live without。”
Edward took the book from my hands and flipped it across the room — it landed with a light thud on my
desk。 He wrapped his arms around my waist。
A small smile lit his perfect face； though worry still lined his forehead。 “Heathcliff had his moments； too；”
he said。 He didn’t need the book to get it word perfect。 He pulled me closer and whispered inmy ear； “‘I
cannot live without my life！ I cannot live without my soul！’”
“Yes；” I said quietly。 “That’s my point。”
“Bella； I can’t stand for you to be miserable。 Maybe 。 。 。”
“No； Edward。 I’ve made a real mess of things； and I’m going to have to live with that。 But I know what I
want and what I need 。 。 。 and what I’m going to do now。”
“What are we going to do now？”
I smiled just a bit at his correction； and then I sighed。 “We are going to go see Alice。”
Alice was on the bottom porch step； too hyper to wait for us inside。 She looked about to break into a
celebration dance； so excited was she about the news she knew I was there to deliver。
“Thank you； Bella！” she sang as we got out of the truck。
“Hold it； Alice；” I warned her； lifting a hand up to halt her glee。 “I’ve got a few limitations for you。”
“I know； I know； I know。 I only have until August thirteenth at the latest； you have veto power on the
guest list； and if I go overboard on anything； you’ll never speak to me again。”
“Oh； okay。 Well； yeah。 You know the rules； then。”
“Don’t worry； Bella； it will be perfect。 Do you want to see your dress？”
I had to take a few deep breaths。 Whatever makes her happy； I said to myself。
“Sure。”
Alice’s smile was smug。
“Um； Alice；” I said； keeping the casual； unruffled tone in my voice。 “When did you get me a dress？”
It probably wasn’t much of a show。 Edward squeezed my hand。
Alice led the way inside； heading for the stairs。 “These things take time； Bella；” Alice explained。 Her tone
seemed 。 。 。 evasive。 “I mean； I wasn’t sure things were going to turn out this way； but there was a distinct
possibility。 。 。 。”
“When？” I asked again。
“Perrine Bruyere has a waiting list； you know；” she said； defensive now。 “Fabric masterpieces don’t
happen overnight。 If I hadn’t thought ahead； you’d be wearing something off the rack！”
It didn’t look like I was going to get a straight answer。 “Per — who？”
“He’s not a major designer； Bella； so there’s no need to throw a hissy fit。 He’s got promise； though； and
he specializes in what I needed。”
“I’m not throwing a fit。”
“No； you’re not。” She eyed my calm face suspiciously。 Then； as we walked into her room； she turned on
Edward。
“You — out。”
“Why？” I demanded。
“Bella；” she groaned。 “You know the rules。 He’s not supposed to see the dress till the day of。”
I took another deep breath。 “It doesn’t matter to me。 And you know he’s already seen it in your head。 But
if that’s how you w