Bella Swan:
Are you okay? Being here?
Jacob Black:
Why? Afraid I'll trash your party?
[hears growling in the woods]
Jacob Black:
You're not the only one. You think I'd be used to telling you goodbye by now. Come on, you're not supposed to be the one crying, Bella.
Bella Swan:
Everyone cries at weddings.
Jacob Black:
This is how I'm gonna remember you. Pink cheeks, two left feet, heartbeat.
Bella Swan:
So what, soon I'm gonna be dead to you?
Jacob Black:
No. I'm sorry, I'm just trying to appreciate your last night as a human.
Bella Swan:
Well, it's not my last night.
Jacob Black:
I thought you?
Bella Swan:
I didn't really want to spend my honeymoon writhing in pain.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:32