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I’d never allowed myself to give much thought to dying; though the last few months had definitely tested my resolve on that point.
Even if I had, I wouldn’t have imagined this death.
I stared across the long room and into the dark eyes of the hunter. He stared right back at me, tracking his prey.
At least it was a good way to die—in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. Sure. And that ought to have counted for something. It really ought to have….
I knew that if I’d never gone to Forks, I wouldn’t be in this predicament now. But though I was terrified, I didn’t regret my choices. After all, when life offers up an adventure, there's an unspoken agreement. You reach out, or you stay your hand. Either way, you live with the price.
The price of adventure is its end, as far as I can see.
It's pointless to cry over the thought of that end, of course—useless to worry over it. All journeys come to an end. Even mine.
The hunter smiled, almost friendly, as he strolled forward to end me.
Time to pay what I owed.