I woke up the other day with Bella in my mind. After I had watched New Moon for the third time, I went to bed putting myself in her shoes. I imagined what would have happened if it had been my vampire the one to abandon me... I was picturing those white pages, the hole Bella's described so well in that second book.
Where would the strength to wake up every morning come from? How would the will to keep on living overcome the wish to leave my body?
But then, after I woke up and cleared my mind from these thoughts, I turned to the right side of the bed. And there he was, deeply asleep. My vampire. I could hear my heartbeat.