作者： 斯蒂芬妮·梅耶 Stephenie Meyer
I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reasonenough in the last few months — but even if I had, I would not haveimagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes ofthe hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone Iloved. 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'snot reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.