I'd NEVER GIVEN MUCH THOUGHT TO HOW I WOUID die---though I'D had reason enough in the last few months---but even if 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, evrn. That ought to count for something. I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be faceing 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.
