Seventeen-year-old Bella Swan moves to the rainy town of Forks, Washington and meets the alluringly handsome Edward Cullen. At first she is intrigued by his dark and mysterious persona, but when he befriends her and impossibly saves her life from a series of accidents, she finds herself falling in love even after realizing that her perpetual savior is a vampire painfully resisting his craving for Bella's blood.Living with a family of vampires who have sworn off human blood, Edward struggles to stay away from Bella, only to admit to himself that she may be the unexpected surprise that finally gave meaning to his immortal existence, the soul mate he has waited almost a hundred years for.
A love forbidden beyond doubt ensues. Breaking all the rules, Bella and Edward find themselves wrapped in the glorious heaven of first love. As their emotions grow deeper, it becomes more dangerous. Just when Bella finds herself welcomed into the Cullen family, a strong and dangerous vampire enemy lusting for her blood hunts her, and almost kills her had her beloved not been able to save her on time.
They dwell on how much of a mistake their love is but in the end, Bella refuses to let go of Edward. She asks a life-changing favor and, in a romance like theirs, he could only promise to stay by her side as long as it takes. Edward knows the rest of eternity will never be the same. He has Bella's love which, to him, is enough for forever.
Well, well, well, Cedric Diggory's grown...
...from a handsome Hufflepuff into a hot human bloodsucker
Yum, yum
Robert Pattinson and Kristin Stewart in
TWILIGHT
My room was at its messiest state last week. I was lazily basking in the change, savoring the sweet rebellion against the compulsive reality and proving that I can live like a pig after all, if only for a few days. My things were left in disarray because I kept forgetting to buy the boxes I kept promising to buy so that I can finally snuff my stuff in, so that I can free my room (and myself) of the clutter, and move on.
But then I realized I'm just afraid. Afraid to accept the fact that I'm leaving soon. I'm more than happy to move on and is in fact looking forward to it. But what scares me is that there's nothing on the map that says where to, nothing on my planner that reveals my next stop. I'm stuck in the middle of Bum Island and it feels like looking at a number of passing ferry boats but I can't quite figure out where to hop on.
Cleaning does crazy things to a person. Especially when you know you're rearranging a place for the last time. So far, I've had two big boxes full of clothes and sentimental litters that I know I can do away with if not for the memories attached to them. I'm thinking of selling my blue Orocan and my His Dark Materials trilogy. I'm thinking of a lot of things, of wasted time and precious moments, of which road to take and what plans to make, of the pictures that I took - of the room and myself - and the promises that are yet to be fulfilled. I am sure as hell gonna miss that room, the dorm, and the close friends that I've woven memory blankets with.
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