“I left my mark on that man.”
“Yes," I say. "Three of these flying birds."I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight - toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.”
“Honey, I liked the Harry Potter movies, too, but that doesn’t mean I ran out and got a Dark Mark tattooed onto my left forearm like you did.”
“I focused, rather embarrassingly, on his chest which was rising and falling slowly. I left teeth marks!”
“When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark - on both of you.”
“The tire left a skid mark on the road that looked like a mustache. So I shaved it off the pavement, stuffed it in my trunk, and took it home to wear to work the next day. Ah, but that’s life, no?”