I'd never given much thought to how I would die-- though I'd had reason enough
in the last few months-- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like
this.I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the
hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. Surely it was a good way to die,
in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count
for something. I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing
death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision.
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not
reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The hunter smiled in a friendly
way as he sauntered forward to kill me.