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；　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；　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　burned　for　more　air　and　my　legs　cramped　in　the　icy　cold；　I　was

content。　I'd　forgotten　what

real　happiness　felt　like。

Happiness。　It　made　the　whole　dying　thing　pretty　bearable。

The　current　won　at　that　moment；　shoving　me　abruptly　against　something　hard；　a

rock　invisible　in　the

gloom。　It　hit　me　solidly　across　the　chest；　slamming　into　me　like　an　iron　bar；

and　the　breath　whooshed　out

of　my　lungs；　escaping　in　a　thick　cloud　of　silver　bubbles。　Water　flooded　down

my　throat；　choking　and

burning。　The　iron　bar　seemed　to　be　dragging　me；　pulling　me　away　from　Edward；

deeper　into　the　dark；　to

the　ocean　floor。

Goodbye；　I　love　you；　was　my　last　thought。

16。　PARIS

AT　THAT　MOMENT；　MY　HEAD　BROKE　THE　SURFACE。

How　disorienting。　I'd　been　sure　I　was　sinking。

The　current　wouldn't　let　up。　It　was　slamming　me　against　more　rocks；　they　beat

against　the　center　of　my

back　sharply；　rhythmically；　pushing　the