I had never really thought about how I might die –though I thought I might several times in the last couple of months– but even if I had stopped to think about it, I would have never imagined my life to end like this.
I stared breathlessly across the dark room, into the glowing eyes of the huntress, and she returned my gaze apathetically.
Surely it was an honorable way to die, in the place of someone else, someone that I loved. Meritorious, even. That should have at least counted for something. Anything.
I knew that if I had never moved to Forks, I wouldn't be here, in this position, now. But, as aghast as I was, I couldn't force myself to deplore my previous decision. When life awards you a dream that is so beyond your expectations, it's not suitable to morn when it all comes to the finale.
The huntress smiled a murderous yet impossibly friendly grin at me as she danced forward to kill me