“You’d think I’d be used to telling
you goodbye by now,” he murmured.
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat,
but I couldn’t force it down.
Jacob looked at me and frowned.
He wiped his fingers across my cheek,
catching the tears there.
“You’re not supposed to be the one crying, Bella.”
“Everyone cries at wedding,” I said quickly.
“This is what you want, right?”
“Right.”
“Then smile.”
I tried. “He laughed at my grimace.
“I’m going to try to remember you like this….
Pink cheeks. Heartbeat. Two left feet. All of that.”
I deliberately stomped on his foot as hard as I could.
He smiled. “That’s my girl.”
Jacob Black and Bella Cullen
Breaking Dawn, Ch. 4, p. 63-64
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