I was halfway asleep, maybe more,
when I realized what his kiss had reminded me of: last spring,
when he’d had to leave me to throw James off my trail,
Edward had kissed me goodbye,
not knowing when—or if—we would see each other again.
This kiss had the same almost painful edge
for some reason I couldn't imagine.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 2, p.52
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