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Twilight
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
.
My
mother
drove
me
to
the
airport
with
the
windows
rolled
down
.
It
was
seventy
-
five
degrees
in
Phoenix
,
the
sky
a
perfect
,
cloudless
blue
.
I
was
wearing
my
favorite
shirt
-
sleeveless
,
white
eyelet
lace
;
I
was
wearing
it
as
a
farewell
gesture
.
My
carry
-
on
item
was
a
parka
.
In
the
Olympic
Peninsula
of
northwest
Washington
State
,
a
small
town
named
Forks
exists
under
a
near
-
constant
cover
of
clouds
.
It
rains
on
this
inconsequential
town
more
than
any
other
place
in
the
United
States
of
America
.
It
was
from
this
town
and
its
gloomy
,
omnipresent
shade
that
my
mother
escaped
with
me
when
I
was
only
a
few
months
old
.
It
was
in
this
town
that
I
’
d
been
compelled
to
spend
a
month
every
summer
until
I
was
fourteen
.
That
was
the
year
I
finally
put
my
foot
down
;
these
past
three
summers
,
my
dad
,
Charlie
,
vacationed
with
me
in
California
for
two
weeks
instead
.
It
was
to
Forks
that
I
now
exiled
myself
-
an
action
that
I
took
with
great
horror
.
I
detested
Forks
.
I
loved
Phoenix
.
I
loved
the
sun
and
the
blistering
heat
.
I
loved
the
vigorous
,
sprawling
city
.
"
Bella
,
"
my
mom
said
to
me
-
the
last
of
a
thousand
times
-
before
I
got
on
the
plane
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
do
this
.
"
My
mom
looks
like
me
,
except
with
short
hair
and
laugh
lines
.
I
felt
a
spasm
of
panic
as
I
stared
at
her
wide
,
childlike
eyes
.
How
could
I
leave
my
loving
,
erratic
,
harebrained
mother
to
fend
for
herself
?
Of
course
she
had
Phil
now
,
so
the
bills
would
probably
get
paid
,
there
would
be
food
in
the
refrigerator
,
gas
in
her
car
,
and
someone
to
call
when
she
got
lost
,
but
still
.
.
.
