Half of any book is the editing. The Twilight Saga was poorly edited. This is what they would have been like if I'd been in charge of the editing. No major changes, just a few tweaks. Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I'd never given much thought to how I would die, though I'd had reason enough to recently. Even if I had, though, I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared across the long, dark room, not breathing, staring into the dark eyes of the hunter, who looked back at me pleasantly.
It was a good way to die, I reflected, in the place of someone I loved. Noble, even.
Even knowing that, had I never decided to move to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death, I didn't regret my decision. When life offers you something beyond than your wildest dreams, it makes no sense to grieve at the end. After all, a short, full life is better than a long, empty one.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.
