Love doesn't always come in convenient packages. - Stephenie Meyer

I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

"You are the noblest, purest creature I've ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you," he whispered.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.