shore was.
I couldn’t even tell which way the surface was.
The angry water was black in every direction; there was no brightness to direct me upward. Gravity was
all-powerful when it competed with the air, but it had nothing on the waves—I couldn’t feel a downward
pull, a sinking in any direction. Just the battering of the current that flung me round and round like a rag
doll.
I fought to keep my breath in, to keep my lips locked around my last store of oxygen.
It didn’t surprise me that my delusion of Edward was there. He owed me that much, considering that I
was dying. I was surprised by how sure that knowledge was. I was going to drown. I was drowning.
“Keep swimming!” Edward begged urgently in my head.
Where? There was nothing but the darkness. There was no place to swim to.
“Stop that,custom usb,Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire431!” he ordered. “Don’t you dare give up!”
The cold of the water was numbing my arms and legs. I didn’t feel the buffeting so much as before. It was
more of just a dizziness now, a helpless spinning in the water.
But I listened to him. I forced my arms to continue reaching,caught up with me after a short minute., my legs to kick harder, though every second
I was facing a new direction. It couldn’t be doing any good. What was the point?
“Fight!” he yelled. “Damn it, Bella,ugg outlet, keep fighting.”
Why?
I didn’t want to fight anymore. And it wasn’t the light-headedness, or the cold, or the failure of my arms
as the muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me content to stay where I was. I was almost happy
that it was over. This was an easier death than others I’d faced. Oddly peaceful.
I thought briefly of the clichés, about how you were suppose to see your life flash before your eyes. I was
so much luckier. Who wanted to see a rerun, anyway?
I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My
subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail,usb flash disk, saving him for this final moment. I could see his
perfect face as if he were really there; the exact shade of his icy skin, the shape of his lips, the line of his
jaw, the gold glinting in his furious eyes. He was angry,usb flash drive, naturally, that I was giving up. His teeth were
clenched and his nostrils flared with rage.
“No! Bella, no!”
My ears were flooded with the freezing water, but his voice was clearer than ever. I ignored his words
and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would I fight when I was so happy where I was? Even
as my lungs