His touch brought with it the strangest sense of relief - as if I'd been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased.
His touch brought with it the strangest sense of relief - as if I'd been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased.
History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.
You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.
I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.
Yet I wouldn't trade it. I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant I could be with Bella.
The rains would end, and when they did, Ian and I would be together, partners in the truest sense. This was a promise and an obligation I had never had in all my lives. Thinking of it made me feel joyful and anxious and shy and desperately impatient all at the same time-made me feel human.
Though there was no sound, there was a change. The atmosphere, which had gone tense at my accusation, relaxed. I wondered how I knew this. I had a strange sensation that I was somehow receiving more than my five senses were giving me - almost a feeling that there was another sense, on the fringes, not quite harnessed. Intuition? That was almost the right word. As if any creature needed more than five senses.
I couldn't make sense of the mess in my head. Diego was dead, and that was the main thing, the devastating thing. Other than that, the fight was over, my coven had lost and my enemies had won. But my dead coven was full of people who would have loved to watch me burn, and my enemies were speaking to me kindly when they had no reason to.
Carlisle has a theory...he believes that we all bring something of our strongest human traits with us into the next life, where they are intensified - like our minds, and our senses.
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